"You want to hear my side of the story?" He shrugged. "Fine. Let's pretend you weren't there. Not that you were much use anyway."
Matthews' fingers twitched slightly, but she didn't take the bait. Ace, however, was just getting started.
"It was a fine night, I was enjoying it despite being held against my will by a crazy middle-aged woman," he began, settling into his chair like he was telling a bedtime story. "I had just won a sky-tier innate curse tool at the auction—it wasn't cheap, you know? So, feeling happy, I decided to treat my friends and, well, acquaintances to a nice dinner." He gestured vaguely as if setting the scene.
"But just when we were truly beginning to enjoy our meal, the uptight, crazed, middle-aged woman—you know who—barged in and killed the vibe," His eyes flicked to her pointedly before he continued.
