"Hey." Rhiannon flicked her cigarette at his cheap suit. The butt bounced off his lapel, landed on his sleeve, and rolled onto the ground. "I smell like Were? You smell like liquor and bargain basement prostitute, so don't talk to me about floundering. You want to earn my trust? Step one is keeping your mouth shut about a good man who's shown me nothing but decency, demon."

She shook her head.

No use denying there was a connection between them; their communing brains had taken care of that detail. But she didn't have to like him, especially if he kept up with the holier than thou attitude.

"You are the exact reason I'm starting to hate playing for this team."