Chapter 447
Chapter 447:
“No.” But I told Ashton about the trip, and he might have blabbed to Cassian because, for reasons I couldn’t understand, he still considered the man a friend.
To make up for my indiscretion, I volunteered to get rid of Cassian for her. Yvaine shook her head. “Never mind. Just ignore him.” And she did.
Cassian didn’t get within six feet of Yvaine, who was flanked by a porter on one side and me on the other.
The porter was stocky, and I knew how to box.
Yvaine knocked before my alarm even buzzed.
She’d already pulled her hair into a ponytail and had a map open on her phone. “We’ve got to head out early if we want clean shots and no Cassian,” she said, shoving the screen in front of me.
It showed the trailhead for Skyveil and a long line of starred pins.
“We stop here for photos,” she said, tapping the first pin. “Then here for the view p>
By noon, we hit the summit.
“Copy that p>
We hit the hotel buffet before eight.
I’d just refilled my plate when I heard the screech of a chair behind me.
Yvaine jerked forward, her stomach thudding into the table’s edge. I turned around.
Some grubby little brat had shoulder-checked Yvaine from behind.
He was five or six, maybe, probably hopped up on syrup. Two adults who might be his parents sat one table over. Neither looked up nor appeared to care.
The kid kicked Yvaine’s chair, laughed, then reached for her bag on the seat beside her.
I circled around, stepped up to the adults’ table. “Mind watching your kid p>
The woman glanced up. “Yeah, sure.” Then she went right back to her plate.
The kicking didn’t stop.
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I raised my voice. “Your son’s been booting my friend’s chair for five minutes and just tried to tear her bag apart. You’re really not going to say anything p>
Yvaine yanked her bag off the chair, held up the flap.
The clasp was hanging loose.
She scowled. “This was custom. He nearly snapped it in half p>
The man gave the bag a single, bored glance. “It’s just a bag. You want us to pay for that p>
Yvaine snorted. “That’s not the point. Maybe teach him to keep his hands off other people’s things. And an apology wouldn’t kill you p>
“He’s just a kid. Why are you going after a kid? I’m a VIP here. You’d think my son has the right to sit in a restaurant. If you don’t like it, go sit somewhere else p>
I frowned.
Where was the logic in that?
Because he was a VIP, his kid could get away with anything?
“He’s a kid. Fine. But you’re not. Apologize,” I said. “And your kid disrupted our table, not the other way around. Why should we move p>
The guy’s voice shot up, “You’re disrupting my meal now! Raising your voice and bothering everyone p>
I glanced around.