I stared at the antler chandelier hanging from the ceiling, sensing Molly’s frustration. There was no way I was getting off that easy. In my pack, it didn’t matter who started it. Finishing it was what counted.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Molly spun to the camera crew. “Please tell me you got some action shots.”
Whatever apology I was about to come up with died on my tongue. I looked to the crowd, wondering if they were hearing the same thing I was, but now that there wasn’t a show, they were spreading out.
The cameraman shook his head.
Molly turned a shade of purple I’d never seen. “Next time, don’t gather around like this so we can get the fight on film.”
What?
Molly turned to me. “You’ve been pushing buttons since you got here. I’d watch it if I were you.”
“I’m….”
“Save it.”
