"What was that about Gong and Blair's bodies?"
"Huh?"
"You heard me, Jace."
I absolutely had heard her. I was choosing not to have heard her in the same way a person standing on railroad tracks might choose not to hear the train. The problem was that trains don't care about your preferences and neither did Belle Fox when she smelled blood in the water.
Naomi had gone very still beside me. Not the angry kind of still. The watching kind. The "I want to see how you handle this" kind of still that was somehow worse because it meant she was going to let me dig my own grave and then judge the craftsmanship.
"I said she has the same background as Blair," I tried. "Same tier of money and training."
"You said body," Belle corrected. Her smile hadn't changed. The chip in her hand remained pointed at me like evidence in a courtroom. "You specifically referenced both of their sexy bodies. While discussing why Gong Sun-Hee is, and I'm quoting you here, Blair without the bitchiness."
