Chapter 3

Pablo finished laughing, then shot back with a sneer.

"Seriously? You think riding a rental bike and crashing in a basement counts as having your own wheels and a place to live? Guess working those gigs really scrambled your brain," he said.

People like this must get their kicks from tearing others down.

Catching Pablo off guard, I suddenly sprang up, smashed the fruit plate I'd just brought over, and snatched a shard of broken glass to use as a weapon.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll cut your faces," I warned.

Pablo and Stefan were all bark and no…