“Okay.”
“Put up with Senegal. Hell, if you’re uncomfortable around him, use it. Not everyone that’s at the Merchant’s party will be a willing participant.
Good point. I suppose it could help her get into character, so to speak.
We’ll fit in more if you act skeeved out by him.”
And as I indirectly pointed out when the skeeviness started, he’ll fit in more by acting skeevy.
I crossed my arms over my chest and brushed at my shoulders, as if it could shake the feeling of Senegal’s arm resting on me. “I don’t like showing weakness to a person like that.” To a bully.
And we’re back to that term that’s haunted Taylor throughout the story.
Bullies. Those preying on the weak. That’s really what all of Taylor’s fighting has been about, isn’t it?
“Play along, and I’ll make sure you never see him again after tonight. We just need him for this one errand. He’s got that look that can scare people, without being too obvious about it. Between him and Jaw, we actually kind of look like Merchants.”
Yes. Yes, you do. *shudder*
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