I missed something obvious that Veric had been showing me since the first day we met.
He can be an asshole, but he's also an extremely intelligent asshole. He runs his mouth, plays his stupid noble routine, lets himself look ridiculous on purpose, and the entire time the man is calculating angles I haven't even started thinking about.
I'm starting to like him against my own better judgment.
Veric finishes the rest of the potion.
"So, salesman. How does it feel?" I ask through the comm.
"You son of a bitch, Sands. How did you turn a fizzy cola into something that just dumped seven hundred OXI back into me in a couple of mouthfuls?"
"The formula is a trade secret. You know that."
"I was right from day one. From the second I watched you pay the academy entrance fee and bail Miss Vesper out. You aren't a rat. You're a raccoon."
