“Come again?” he asked.
I huffed. This clown was so goddamn infuriating.
“You heard me. I need Hallow to tell her no.”
“Her?”He sounded genuinely surprised. “Daze doesn't even like girls. Where the hell have I been?”
“Probably jacking off to contortionist porn.” I shrugged. “Will you talk to them for me? I don't care what you say, what lies you have to come up with. Just convince Hallow that we don't need her.”
He paused to consider it, rubbing his chin. “What do I get out of it?”
Motherfucker.Of course, he’d want something out of it. Greedy bastard.
“What do you want?” I huffed, quickly losing my patience.
“Is anything off the table?” He wagged his eyebrows aggressively.
I glared. “Depends.”
Another pause.
“I want to ride your motorcycle,” he said with finality. “And not your stunt bike. I want to go road humping on the crotch rocket.”
I shook my head firmly. “You’ve lost your goddamn mind. Pick something else.”
“That’s the only thing I want, Revvy.” He took several steps closer, stopping just in front of me. “You’re welcome to ask someone else for favors.”
“You’re demented.”
“And you’re desperate.”
“I am not,” I gritted out, shoving off the cabinet to stand at my full height. We were nearly the same size, eye to eye.
He didn’t even flinch.
“That’s funny, because I could have sworn you said youneedHallow to turn her away.” His voice dropped to a sinister whisper. “Not want. Clearly, this is personal.”
It’s not personal, I thought, but I couldn’t say it out loud.
Was it personal? I barely knew Arina, but I didn’t want her around. I didn’t want her in the circus, and I would do damn near anything to make sure it didn’t happen.
Zero was my best shot.
Could I really let him drive my motorcycle all for the sake of keeping Arina out of the sideshow? I’d only seen him on anything other than a unicycle a couple of times. What if he crashed? What if he tore up the transmission?
But what if Hallow lets Arina in, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life?
“Fine,” I growled, and my eyes narrowed to slits. “But if there’s even a scratch on it afterward, I’ll use your skin to rewrap the leather.”
“Ooh, I like it when you talk dirty to me.” An unhinged grin spread across his face, and my hand twitched again. Rather than punching him in the jaw like I wanted, I turned and stormed toward the door.
I’d barely stepped outside when his maniacal laughter erupted behind me.
Stupid fucking clown.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DAZE
