Fine. I knew I had to eat, but it wasn’t my fault that the drugs had mutilated my appetite. I mushed the soupy eggs around with my fork. I was going to have to try them, but I wasn’t looking forward to it. I forked a small bite on the bread, hoping that would make it edible, but gagged. “This is disgusting.” It was so awful it was making my eyes water.

“You’ll get used to it.” Santiago chuckled as I made a yucky face at him. “I’ve spent too much time with the guys placing bets on what Maité’s tattoo is.”

Was he still talking about my freaking tattoo? “Shut it.”

“Not unless you show me.”

“No.” And if he kept bringing it up, I was going to kick his ass for the eighth time.

“One of my girls gave it to her—it’s an initiation thing, so I know it’s there—but Maité won’t let no one see. Vanessa won’t spill where it is but said no one would ever guess what it was. ABQ Crew members have to have one of an animal, but everyone gets to pick theirs. Some think maybe she chickened out and Vanessa’s just covering Maité’s ass.” He slapped his hand on the table. “Guys have been trying to get at her just so they can see the tat, but no one gets through to Maité. Except for Roan. He—”

“Shut up!” I loved Santiago, but he was killing me. The guy was spilling way too much information. No one could know a weak spot, especially about Roan. “I like my privacy. Remember that or I’ll be forced to remind you.”

I had to survive, and the best way to do that was to keep my head down. Being a woman on a male-dominated planet was already going to make that difficult enough. And if the guys thought I was a challenge, the target on my back would only get bigger. I’d already made it bad enough when I corrected him earlier. This needed to be shut down. Fast.

“No way. I’m not going for number eight. I’m older now. I break, dude.” Santiago held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, chica,” he said, more quietly. “I forget that about you. About you liking privacy.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” I wanted to be pissed at him, but Santiago was clueless. That was always his problem. His positive, fun-loving nature made up for it.

“Nah. I don’t need privacy.” He rubbed his head. “I’m an open book.”

Ahiga laughed. “That’s because your book is mostly empty.”