XENIA
Why did I agree to this silly bet again?
“For a shot at getting me off your case,” he startled by answering a question that wasn’t directed at me.
In fact, I could swear that I’d said that in my mind. Or did his powers extend to mind reading? For both our sakes, I hoped not.
“In case you’re wondering if I read minds, you’re wrong,” he answered yet another question conceived in my mind, “you spoke under your breath and I just happen to have stellar hearing that picked it up.”
“I wasn’t wondering that,” I lied in hopes of wiping the satisfied look on his face, “so let’s get this game started so I can hand your sorry ass to you on a platter,” I mocked only to be met with a surprisingly loud laugh.
He threw the ball to me, “I’ll give you dibs on the first shot.”
I knew he was simp
