One of the two bitchy Shines thrust the tickets back like she'd like to fling them at Chase. Sighing, he moves to lead me away and I almost go. Take a step to follow him.
I refuse to let these two dismiss him that way.
So I turn back to the table and brace both fists on it, lean over them in my tartan and with my hair out and waving in every direction. I'm sure I look like a crazy person, but for once that's going to work in my favor.
The first girl, the closest, looks alarmed and hurriedly taps her friend who had turned to help the people behind us. The friend turns, then they're both staring at me, wide-eyed, but braced. Ready to do battle if necessary.
Chase puts a hand on my arm. "Kate—"His voice is tired. It pisses me off that they made him feel that way.
"You know the difference between me and you?" I say, including them both in the question by looking back and forth between them.
