"Right. " Vincent's gaze flickers to me. "No blue ink for the blue blood. "
"Lisa?" my father begins. "What is he talking about?"
I turn and death-stare at Vincent. "I have no idea," I utter through gritted teeth.
His lips drift upward. "Yeah you do. "
Vincent's gaze flickers over to Kevin, then back to me. "Perfect. Your own kind, Lis. It's where you belong. "
"Shall we go? On y va?" my mom purrs in her I've-been-to-Paris-more-times-than-you-can-count French accent. "Brunch awaits. "
I roll my eyes. Good to know Vincent isn't the only asshole in this crowd.
"You too," Addison says quickly, giving me the most heartfelt I'm-sooooooo-sorry look.
She pulls both boys away by their offensive t-shirts, but not before Vincent gives me the biggest shit-eating grin on the planet. For one second, I stare after him. Black jeans, fine ass, broad shoulders, sleeves of tattoos, and the words Bite Me shaved into the back of his head.
I turn back to Kevin. He's smiling at me and holding up the keys to his Porsche.
The End