“The ceiling was getting boring to watch.” “Probably watched the plaster right off of it, huh?” I smiled timidly and looked nervously down at my fingers. Why was being around him in a social circle suddenly so strange? I’d been so used to having him in private that this kind of interaction was unsettling. “You gonna introduce me or what, Reaper?” piped the blonde. Remy sighed in annoyance. “Sara, this is Darcy. Darcy this is Sara. Darcy is Prez’s niece and Barge’s old lady.” I awkwardly extended my hand. Do old ladies shake as a greeting? She ignored my hand and hugged me instead. The hug took me off guard, and I looked like a terrified child petting a lion. “You’re Felix’s granddaughter.
