I nodded again. That wasn’t something I was going to need to be told twice. I had a bad feeling that Joffrey would try again. He wasn’t one to give up lightly when he wanted something, and to be denied something? Well, that just made it worse.
He looked at me, as if wanting to say more, then frowned and turned to walk away.
“Devon,” I called, stopping him. He turned around in curiosity. “What did he mean?” I blurted it out. It wasn’t even the question I was meaning to ask.
Devon’s expression fell into a guilty one, then he shook his head. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he answered roughly. I eyed him suspiciously.
“Never mind,” I told him. “It doesn’t matter. I meant to ask, could I get a ride to Central City again on Sunday? And see if there’s room for maybe one more? I’d
