As Marvin limped away back to the open set, Jace stared after him with furrowed brows.
"What is his problem?" he muttered, scratching the back of his head. "You were just helping. Shouldn't he be thankful?"
Then, he sighed and stretched his neck. "Now I hate Victor PD."
"Why did I even admire him? Is that how he truly is?"
Jace waited for an answer, but when none came, he huffed and crossed his arms.
"Come out now," Zeno said suddenly.
Jace turned to him in surprise. "Huh? I'm not gay, though—"
Zeno shot him a sidelong look and sighed, turning toward the tent nearby. "I know you've been listening."
A second passed before the fabric of the tent rustled gently. Jace yelped and jumped back when a petite girl emerged. She had a flushed face and wide eyes, her gaze immediately dropping to the dirt as she stepped hesitantly forward.
She looked familiar, and Zeno quickly realized it was one of the extras who'd rushed toward Marvin earlier.
