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“It’s temporary.”
“That’s exactly what kidnappers say.”
Noir snorts quietly near the door while pulling his jacket on.
Mina raises one hand innocently from the couch. “I’m an excellent babysitter I swear.”
“I don’t need babysitting.”
“You absolutely do,” all three of them answer simultaneously.
Okay well fuck all of you.
Dagger leans down and presses a quick kiss against my forehead before straightening again.
Tiny movement.
Still enough to make my stomach flip traitorously.
Then both men disappear out the apartment door together.
The second it shuts behind them, silence settles through the apartment.
Mina watches the door for another second before slowly turning toward me.
Then she grins and reaches down beside the couch and grabs her giant tote bag before dumping half the contents onto the cushions beside us.
Lip gloss. Tiny bottles of glitter, even some fishnets.
A goddamn neon bag full of questionable life decisions. Just what I need.
Then finally she yanks out two tiny rave outfits and tosses one directly into my lap.
Black mesh with silver chains and very little actual fabric.
Mina looks up at me with pure chaos in her eyes.
“So,” she says casually, “how long you think we have before they realize we staged a jailbreak?”
Chapter fifteen
Chapter Twelve
Blair
The warehouse sits buried deep in the industrial district near the shipping yards, hidden between rusted fencing, abandoned loading docks, and buildings that look one strong gust of wind away from collapsing entirely.
Which obviously means the rave inside is gonna be incredible.
Bass rattles through the alley hard enough to vibrate straight into my ribs before we even make it to the entrance. Rain slicks the pavement beneath our boots while people crowd outside smoking, making out, arguing, or actively having spiritual awakenings against dumpsters.
Mina grabs my wrist and drags me toward the entrance grinning like a criminal mastermind.
“You feel that?”
“The bass or the impending bad decisions?”
“Both, obviously.”
