gulps and stares, daring me to do the same. Instead of the small sip I wanted to take, I force myself to take a real mouthful.
“I’ll go get your belt,” I say, and I run away with the glass. Now I wish I had paid more attention in the academy’s drug-related classes. I have no clue how long this shit takes to kick in.
I need to find Slider—he’ll know. Then I need to find Mimi and tell her that I fucking adore her, but if she ever pulls a stunt like that again, I’ll strangle her. I’ve aged ten years in the past five minutes.
CHAPTER TWENTY
I find Slider outside by the entrance door. He’s got a cut right under his eye, and he’s holding a paper napkin on it to stop the bleeding.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Sally.”
“Oh, shit. I never thought that gal packed such a punch.”
It’s cute how he almost looks proud when he nods. “Her big glass ring makes for a great knuckle ring.”
I laugh. “Is the cavalry coming in soon?”
“Yeah, they’re here already, hiding in the back. Why?”
“I drank from the glass I had prepared for Zach, so I’m going to be tripping soon. I’m afraid I’ll need some muscle to keep an eye on me until I come down.”
Slider looks startled, but he knows better than to ask how I ended up in such a mess. He just whistles, and a young guy comes running. He’s wearing a cut that indicates he’s a Knight’s prospect.
“Go get Prince for me,” Slider says, and the kid runs away.
“You need to go back in and check on Mimi. She took Zach’s keys when she was stripping, and she’s crazy enough to try to go get the disk herself. I need you to make sure she’s safe,” I say. “I’m counting on you to protect her.” I’m about to say, “As you would Sally,” but maybe Sally’s protection isn’t his priority right now.
“Fine, I’ll do that,” he says. “But before that, I need to make sure you’re safe as well.”
He turns around as a bike rolls in our direction. I recognize Dmitry. Prince is a good name for him—it matches his attitude.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Take him away and lock him up for at least twelve hours,” Slider tells Dmitry, who raises an eyebrow. Slider shrugs. “A blotter in his glass. We don’t want him high as a kite on the highway.”
Dmitry tilts his head and looks at me. I can read more questions in his eyes. Right, I’m stupid—that’s yesterday’s news.
But being the prince that he is, Dmitry just says, “Got you,” and gestures for me to get on the saddle behind him which I do.
I’m feeling just fine right now, maybe a little high on adrenaline, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s a good idea to run.
“You make sure she’s safe, you hear?” I say to Slider as Dmitry takes me away.
I silently curse myself. I should have spilled my glass or come up with something… As we ride away, I see a woman by the side door. Gosh, I hope it’s not Mimi wondering why I’m rushing away before we had a chance to talk.
Dmitry and I ride to the Knights’ compound and stop in front of a run-down building. The faded letters on the facade inform me that this used to be a slaughterhouse. Inside, the factory-sized room looks bigger than I thought it would be from the outside. I look around and notice that the floor is slanted and there’s a hole in the center of the room.
It would make a perfect set for a horror movie.
“I like this room,” Dmitry says seriously.
“I’m sure you do,” I answer with the same tone. “The hole in the middle of the floor makes a great conversation starter.”
“Yeah, it’s the kind of room that leads people to spill their guts lest someone do it for them.” His smiles at his joke, and his smile is blood-chilling.
We sit down, and I think I doze off for a few minutes. When I open my eyes again, it’s still night, but I feel refreshed.
“So you said it would be fifteen minutes before the drug kicks in, but I’m sure I’m
“I’ll go get your belt,” I say, and I run away with the glass. Now I wish I had paid more attention in the academy’s drug-related classes. I have no clue how long this shit takes to kick in.
I need to find Slider—he’ll know. Then I need to find Mimi and tell her that I fucking adore her, but if she ever pulls a stunt like that again, I’ll strangle her. I’ve aged ten years in the past five minutes.
CHAPTER TWENTY
I find Slider outside by the entrance door. He’s got a cut right under his eye, and he’s holding a paper napkin on it to stop the bleeding.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Sally.”
“Oh, shit. I never thought that gal packed such a punch.”
It’s cute how he almost looks proud when he nods. “Her big glass ring makes for a great knuckle ring.”
I laugh. “Is the cavalry coming in soon?”
“Yeah, they’re here already, hiding in the back. Why?”
“I drank from the glass I had prepared for Zach, so I’m going to be tripping soon. I’m afraid I’ll need some muscle to keep an eye on me until I come down.”
Slider looks startled, but he knows better than to ask how I ended up in such a mess. He just whistles, and a young guy comes running. He’s wearing a cut that indicates he’s a Knight’s prospect.
“Go get Prince for me,” Slider says, and the kid runs away.
“You need to go back in and check on Mimi. She took Zach’s keys when she was stripping, and she’s crazy enough to try to go get the disk herself. I need you to make sure she’s safe,” I say. “I’m counting on you to protect her.” I’m about to say, “As you would Sally,” but maybe Sally’s protection isn’t his priority right now.
“Fine, I’ll do that,” he says. “But before that, I need to make sure you’re safe as well.”
He turns around as a bike rolls in our direction. I recognize Dmitry. Prince is a good name for him—it matches his attitude.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Take him away and lock him up for at least twelve hours,” Slider tells Dmitry, who raises an eyebrow. Slider shrugs. “A blotter in his glass. We don’t want him high as a kite on the highway.”
Dmitry tilts his head and looks at me. I can read more questions in his eyes. Right, I’m stupid—that’s yesterday’s news.
But being the prince that he is, Dmitry just says, “Got you,” and gestures for me to get on the saddle behind him which I do.
I’m feeling just fine right now, maybe a little high on adrenaline, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s a good idea to run.
“You make sure she’s safe, you hear?” I say to Slider as Dmitry takes me away.
I silently curse myself. I should have spilled my glass or come up with something… As we ride away, I see a woman by the side door. Gosh, I hope it’s not Mimi wondering why I’m rushing away before we had a chance to talk.
Dmitry and I ride to the Knights’ compound and stop in front of a run-down building. The faded letters on the facade inform me that this used to be a slaughterhouse. Inside, the factory-sized room looks bigger than I thought it would be from the outside. I look around and notice that the floor is slanted and there’s a hole in the center of the room.
It would make a perfect set for a horror movie.
“I like this room,” Dmitry says seriously.
“I’m sure you do,” I answer with the same tone. “The hole in the middle of the floor makes a great conversation starter.”
“Yeah, it’s the kind of room that leads people to spill their guts lest someone do it for them.” His smiles at his joke, and his smile is blood-chilling.
We sit down, and I think I doze off for a few minutes. When I open my eyes again, it’s still night, but I feel refreshed.
“So you said it would be fifteen minutes before the drug kicks in, but I’m sure I’m
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