Viktor shook his head, looking from her belongings to her stuff. “No, the only thing you owe me is less attitude.” Viktor smiled then picked up his stuff. After a few seconds of not moving, he raised his eyebrows and pointed to her stuff. “Are you coming with me or have you decided to stay here in this damp hole?”
Mentally, she scoffed. Outwardly, she shifted to throw her things haphazardly into the open suitcase on the other side of her bed. She hadn’t closed it — or even looked at it — since she had dropped herself off into the room, but now it was filling up with her things again. Not that she had a lot to begin with. “I’m coming, I’m coming. You know, rushing me is a bad way to start an alliance.” Zoey stated matter-of-factly, bundling up a tartan skirt and chucking it into a mix.
