Page 30 of Huge Games

"Yep. A big sausage."

"I've got one of those." He laughs. "You don't need to go to Germany for that."

Celine snickers at his ridiculous attempt at a joke. She holds out both hands with her palms up. "Elias's dick, or German food, culture and history." The hand she metaphorically placed Elias's dick in moves up and up.

With an accompanying grin, Elias says, "Nothing beats my dick."

Celine reaches out to touch his thigh. "You're right, baby. Your dick is the best."

"Can we not talk about dick right now?" Travis wrinkles his nose, holding a quivery mussel on the end of his fork and eyeing it with an air of disgust.

Celine laughs loudly, attracting the attention of a couple of the other diners.

And Eddie.

He’s staring over with blazing eyes.

"Yeah. Maybe the dick talk is better reserved for a less expensive restaurant," I say. A prickle of weird energy runs over my forearms, like the moments before a storm when the air starts to feel charged.

"Well, I recommend you guys all travel when you're done with your studies. The world is a big and fascinating place."

"I don't even have a passport," Elias admits.

"My dad is in Canada right now," Celine says.

"Have you been to visit?"

She shakes her head and presses her lips together into a grim line. I don't know much about her family other than her parents are divorced, and she's already an aunt.

"You should go." Travis spoons up some of the broth around the mussels. "Beautiful country."

"I haven't been invited."

Elias glances in my direction, silently asking if I know about this. I shrug back that I don't.

"Where would you like to go if money was no object?" Travis tips his glass to Elias.

"Romania."

We all stare at Elias in shock. "Romania. As in Dracula country?"

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at me. "My country. Well, my mom's at least. I still have family there…distant family."

"So that's where Mazur comes from?"

Elias shakes his head. "It's Polish."

"Same as Gabriella's boyfriends," Travis says.

"Lauder is Scottish," Celine offers.

"Walsh is Irish," I add.

"Cross is English. We don't know much about ourfamily history, though." Travis looks over at Eddie. "What about Eddie? Where's his family from?"

"The depths of hell." Celine scowls. "The flaming center of the Earth. I met his mom once. I swear that woman has an unhealthy obsession with her son. That's probably why he's so toxic. She hated me."

"She must be an idiot," Travis says.

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