It’s no longer a warning.
“You’re a bastard,” he grits out, unfolding the paper, his eyes scanning the document.
I grin. “That might be true, Congressman,” I chide, dragging my feet off the table, managing to spill his drink in the process, “but I’m not the only one.”
He glares at me, his jaw ticking as he unfolds the dorm room assignment—the very one I cut a deal to arrange.
“You know her, right?” I chuckle. “Of course, you do. You know everything about everyone. I guess the better question would be: Does she know you, seeing how she’syourbastard and all?”
I lean down, my voice dipping dangerously low. “You were right. I did do something to my mother, and that should concern you, Congressman. Because I’m not like my father, I won’t turn the other cheek.” I tap the paper, feeling the tension grow between us. “Karma is reserved for those who have something to lose, Langford. Vengeance is for those of us who don’t.”
I grin and take a step back. “I’ll tell your daughter you said hi.”