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Uh huh?“Yes. You don’t care what’s going on in my life.”

She looked insulted by that statement. “Of course I do.”

“Since when?”

“I’m your sister, Nova.”

“No offence Veda, but my life is none of your business. You can barely handle your own.”

Don’t get wrong, I got it. She had Knox and her own shit to deal with. She didn’t need to deal with mine as well.

“It’s my job to look out for you.”

Pretty sure I was the one who looked out for her, but okay.

“If something’s going on,” she placed her hand on my shoulder and once again looked in my eyes. “You can tell me. We’ll figure it out together.”

Okay, this was getting really weird. “Did Rita give you more drugs?”

That would explain her sudden interest in my life.

“For Christ sake, Nova,” Veda threw her hands up in the air. “I know about the deal you made.”

That could mean so many things.

“Listen, how I decide to help Mr. Garibaldi with his ongoing rodent war, is my business.”

Technically it was our war – after one of those raccoons stole my cookie I was invested. No one takes my chocolate chips.

Veda sighed and rolled her eyes. “You know what I’m talking about.”

I really didn’t.

“Gio Mancini.” Veda clarified.

My heart skipped for a second. Did Veda know? No, there was no way. Just because she said his name, didn’t mean anything. She probably just heard Memphis and I talking or something.

“What about him?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” I could feel the judgment in her stare. “What would Kato say?”

That depended. “What would Kato say about what?”

For all I knew Veda might just think I was dating him or something. At least I prayed that was the case.

“He wouldn’t want you trading yourself for him.”

Damnit.When all else failed go for plausible deniability.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.”

“And I think you need to find that bottle of pills Rita left here.”

Veda crossed her arms while I narrowed my gaze.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit of nostalgia. This was like the stare downs we used to have as kids. She’d yell at me to get out of her room and I’d sit on the floor and refuse. It was great.

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