CHAPTER 14
BRUCE
“Did you live under a rock?” she asks, and her eyebrows grow so animated I half expect them to join the conversation.
I stare her down—which is easier now because when I’m sitting and she’s standing, our eyes are almost level. “This, coming from the person who didn’t know the name of the author of her ‘favorite game.’”
With a huff, she pulls out her phone and does a search. “No,” she says. “The books did come first, but the author simply sold the rights to the game developer. He didn’t write anything for them after.”
“There you go,” I say. “There’s no way those games could be anywhere as good as the books.”
Her eyes go slitty. “The Witcher 3 is a masterpiece.”
“If you say so.”
She turns on her heel. “I’ll prove it to you.”
Before I can reply, she stomps off somewh
