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"Like thirty?" Taz said.
"And how many times has your brother been here, much less talked to me?"
Taz considered it. "Maybe once?"
"Once. One time. And that was just seeing him walk inside, talk to you, grab something from his room, and leave again. I never talked to him. I didn't even try, right?"
"Right."
Taz was buying it. She was licking it up like cream left for a cat. She wanted to believe it, and wariness heightened my dislike for this girl. She was good, damned good.
She was going to be a problem.
Cockiness flared in Tabatha's eyes as she swung her gaze my way.
I stepped up to her, keeping my voice low, because she wasn't worth the extra energy. "You're going to want to hope Race doesn't leave."
Now her lips parted. Confusion pulled her eyebrows together.
"Because if he leaves, there goes Taz's anchor in your group. We'll find out then if you become that anchor instead."
