CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Osana walked down the narrow stairwell and into Shad’s game room. “Hey.”
He bent over the pool table, ready to strike the white ball. “This is definitely a surprise.” He hit the ball and it rolled into the others, forcing them in various directions.
“Letting off some steam?” She eyed the vintage Donkey Kong machine.
“Are you asking me if I’m still upset about the fight we had?” He walked around the table and got into position. “What do you think?”
Osana sighed, clutching her hands. “If you were you’d have every right to be.”
He stood straight.
“I acted a fool, and I’m—”
“I’m sorry.” He held the cue straight up and down.
She batted her eyes.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I was the wrong one.”
“What the...?” She glanced toward the doorway. “Okay,
