“You mean the water?” Kaeva asked.
“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Sure.”
Kaeva’s head throbbed in warning pangs of an impending headache. He jerked away from the table and threw his dishes into the sink. “Do whatever you want.”
“You’ll let me?” Eddie asked, still sitting at the table and scooting his uneaten breakfast around with his fork.
“I don’t have anything to do with it,” Kaeva snarled.
“Sure you do.”
“No I don’t.”
Eddie cocked an eyebrow at Kaeva. “Aren’t you the one who has to report on my behavior to the Kings once my probation is up?”
Kaeva couldn’t stop the exasperated noise in time. “Talk to your supervisors.”
“And they’ll let me stay here?”
“You don’t have to stay here.”
“But if I want to they’ll—”
“For fuck’s sake!” Kaeva threw a skillet into the sink. Thank God the plates were more or less unbreakable. “Stop…just…Stop.”