Neve walked around the main counter, a cloth in hand to wash the tables.
"This is so good." Zeke spoke the cake spilling from his mouth. That would be his fifth slice.
Neve didn't comment she just went around each table washing it vigorously. Pushing Maxton's feet off the table at the back she rolled her eyes at his groan.
"Stop being a baby. Fleur said your wounds are nothing but a scratch now."
"What would you know? You've been in this world five minutes." Maxton spat placing his feet back on the table.
"Well I'm in it now so stop being such a d**k and deal with it." Neve retorted her patience thinning.
His attitude was disgusting. She had never met anyone who had so much hate boiling within them. It was hard to witness, how he lived with it she would never know.
"That's the only
