Taste of His Own Words

"Just my luck," Beatrix said.

Dorian was about to call out to Aria when Beatrix beat him to it.

She shot him a look of pure disgust. "Ugh, do they just let any riff-raff in here now? I'm telling the manager to screen the trash. It's gross, and God knows what diseases they're carrying."

"Get a clue." She sneered, directing her words at him. "Trash belongs in the dumpster. Don't bring your filth aro