“You’re tryin’ to make me lose, aren’t you?” She points at me and scowls. “It’s not gonna work. I’m a nun-in-training and am completely immune to you.”
“Is that so?” I puff out my chest to prove she’s lying.
Maize blinks hard as if she’s trying to look away but can’t. “Yep. Doesn’t faze me one bit. You’re just wasting your time.”
“Then why do you keep talkin’ about it?” I challenge.
“Whatever. I’m not.” She leans down again to focus on the ball. I shift my body until I’m in her line of sight, and when she goes to make her move, I grip the edge of the table as hard as I can. The veins in my hand pop out right before she strikes the cue ball, causing her to put too much force behind the shot, and the ball bounces onto the floor.
“s**t!” She slams the bottom of the stick against the floo
