Vic stood unmoving next to the small steps leading up to the booth Maddie and Volkov slid into, she let her eyes scan the crowd on the dance floor and then over toward the bar before Rowan’s voice invaded her inner ear, “Move your eyes more and your head less, you look like a fucking mannequin sweeping back and forth like that, and expand your line of vison so that when you do actually turn your head you make sure to glance at the dark booth behind the boss, or that bottle girl that keeps trying to sneak in behind you,” he barked and at first Vic simply nodded, eliciting a sarcastic snort from Rocco. “You need to copy Vic, he can’t hear the marbles rattling around in there,” he snickered under his breath and although she wanted nothing more than to kick him in the face, she simply squared her shoulders, “information simulated Rowan, thank you,” she tried not to grit through her teeth.
“Aww, you two sound so cute when you get along,” Max’s voice chimed in and Vic bit down on her bottom
