"And the mommy should be home, flipping pancakes while waiting for her husband to come back," Victor sneered. "Ah—right, I forgot. That strong mommy's only famous 'cause she cheated. No husband now, eh? No wonder she's out here wandering."
His laughter echoed sharply and loudly, followed by snide little chuckles from his teammates.
Chasey and Adam both moved like they were ready to jump him, but Lethia, who was sitting right between them, reached out and held them back with a shake of her head.
If anyone had the right to knock Victor's teeth in, it was her.
But there were two trainers crammed inside that truck. And candidates were strictly forbidden from throwing punches under supervision.
Lethia turned her eyes toward Victor, gaze sharp as broken glass, her jaw clenched tight, calculating exactly what it would take to shut that devil's mouth once and for all.
Since last night, he'd already been getting on her nerves, grating and grinding until she was simmering.
