Perhaps because impatience had been bred into her personality, Star couldn’t stand an uncomfortable silence. That pair of brown eyes ticked from sire to grand-sire, and she scrambled her brain into working order.
“Wasn’t she great?” Star enthused, rubbing a hand across Victoria’s shoulder blades. Part congratulations, part reassurance. She extended a slender arm towards Deanna. “I’m Star. We met at the solstice, and then at that arm-wrestling event?”
Though it was difficult to keep her mouth shut, she didn’t reiterate how obnoxious it was that Deanna crashed the muscular spectacle by fanging up a motorcycle gang and encouraging them to ride on the party.