Page 60 of Marks of Rebellion

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He shrugs out of her grasp and leaves.

Julieta puts her hand over her eyes again.

"Liliana," Miguel says. She spins, and they exchange more words. It sounds heated, and Julieta exits the room.

Well, this is super comfortable.

Vanessa pats the stool next to her.

I glance at my backpack again, debating about whether I should bring it with me.

It's only a few feet away if you need it.

Vanessa puts her hand on my arm. "Try to be nicer to her. She's a good person."

"I'm not trying to be a dick."

She tilts her head.

"I'll try harder."

"Thank you." She kisses me.

Miguel pulls out a bottle of liquor and another one filled with red juice. He sets three glasses down and puts an equal amount of each liquid in the cups.

"What's that?"

"Cranberry rum. Try it, you'll like it," Vanessa says.

I eye Miguel again.

"Hunter!" Vanessa snaps.

"What?"

"You're acting rude."

"I am?"

"Yes. Stop looking at him like that."

"Sorry."

"Drink." She picks up her glass and clinks it with Miguel's.

What the hell. When in Rome...or wherever we are.

I take the glass and clink with both of them.

"Salud," Miguel and Vanessa both toast.

"Salud." I take a sip of the drink. It's fruity but also extremely strong and burns my throat on the way down. I cough.

Miguel says something.

Vanessa laughs and pats my cheek.

"What did he say?"

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