rying to find a comforting w

rhythmic click of custom riding b

skin-tight, designer shooting vest that cost more than Juliette

immediately. A bright, practiced

tte standing next to him in baggy car

s smil

pinching her nose. "Ugh. Why does it

her pant leg. She shrugged, her mind alread

r voice dripping with honey. "Adria

arm against his, making sure

a smooth half-step backward, putting distan

ion. She spun around, aiming her

ette up and down with pure disgust. "The

rubbed her forehead. "I'm just he

de Blair's eyes flas

ease. Ag-majors like you don't even know how to h

, highly entertained. "Actually, Bla

her case and snapped it open. She pulled out a heavily modifi

nged, glaring at Juliette. "A ten-meter

t the sleek black

a cheering crowd roared in her ears. She shook her

had started to gather. "Look at the dirt-girl. Too scared

ckered. The judgmental stares

e nausea down. She met Blair's eyes, her own

with possessiveness. "If I win, you leave this cl

childishness of it all was e

quickly, desperate to keep her au

pped dead in

ntrolled the largest agricultural fe

I win, you deliver a pallet of premium experimental fe

he bizarre request. Then she threw her he

"A match needs a real prize. The

The winner gets an exclusiv

Everyone knew the physics god never dated.

ike a poker chip made her skin crawl. She op

chuckle inte

bay. Adrian leaned against the counte

over her earlier-the distinct, asymmetrical calluses on her right hand, the unconscious way she ha

said, his voice