Chapter 8Visho
Visho hadn’t gotten kissed.
On the bright side, Nice no longer looked like he was about to faint or have a panic attack. Now he looked…distracted? Thoughtful? Visho wasn’t sure.
It wasn’t as if he cared about being kissed by Nice. It was merely curiosity, with a little lust mixed in.
He spotted Fritz the moment they entered the room. Nice did, too; Visho felt him twitch with the effort of not staring.
Fritz always had a little coterie around him at gatherings like this, but tonight it was the audience Fritz had always wanted: not his staff and lackeys, but upper management. Mr. Melton and his friends.
Fritz had a light grip on Chad’s elbow, intimate but discreet. Fritz always had a good feel for that sort of public theater. Visho did, too, intellectually, but he could
