Chapter 308
"Pierre!" I squealed and hugged him. "Look at you, Biker Boy. Figured you'd be more the cardigan-wearing type."
"Decriss!" he swore, swatting me away. "Like I'd wear that garbage." He patted the seat next to him. "Sit down, hotshot."
"'Otshot." I snickered.
We got a lot of strange looks in the next ten minutes, nattering away at each other in French, one or the other of us guffawing at the insults flying fast and furious. Pierre also demanded an update on Hybris. He warned me to be careful bringing her in, though he agreed that spreading rumors so other demons would hunt her down for me had been pretty inspired.
I glowed under his praise.
He already knew Ro and Kane, and Baruch obviously since they were stationed in Jerusalem together, so I waved Ari over to introduce him. The two fell into an enthusiastic conversation about hockey–again in French, since I hadn't been the only Katz twin educated in the French Immersion system.