Page 64 of One Wild Ride

“I don’t think so, Grace. Why would Morgana want that piece of garbage there? You want him? He’s all yours.” Aria waved her hand at Grace.

Grace’s eyes cut to Aria and by the way she looked at Aria, I would think Aria had said Grace smelled of roadkill on a summer’s day.

“Why would I want someone who would lie like that? He’s a fool. Anyway, I have to be ordering my food so I can get back. It was nice to see you both.”

And just like that, Grace’s expression turned from pure hatred to polite friendliness as she waved goodbye.

I leaned toward Aria. “Let’s get out of here.”

She nodded in agreement. We walked out the door and made our way down the street before Aria saw another Mimir employee.

“Edgar?” Aria called out.

I looked up to find a tall, blond man with a dark gray suit looking over at Aria and waving.

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