“Pee on my leg, Midas, and I’ll kick you in the balls.”
He huffs out a laugh as the door opens, and Probe walks back in. “Ambulance is on route. I called Havoc, as he’s at the hospital anyway with Tink and Amity. He’s gonna wait and see what they find out.”
“I hope she’s gonna be okay.”
Midas runs his hands up and down my arms, but he doesn’t tell me she’ll be fine. We both know there are no guarantees in this world, no matter how differently we wish they were.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Midas
Amity and Dicewalk in first, with a shaken Kiki between them. I stand up and walk over, Kiki’s eyes lighting up when she sees me.
“Hey, Midas, I’m okay,” she tells me with a smile. I briefly take her in. Apart from a small cut on her forehead, she looks fine.
“Good. What happened?” I ask, but I’m looking at Dice.
“Someone ran me off the road,” Kiki answers.
Legs steps up beside me before I can say anything else. “Hey, Kiki. I heard what happened. I’m glad you’re okay.”
Kiki looks at her with shock clear on her face. “You’re back?” Her gargled hiss comes out as she takes a step back, almost walking into Amity.
“No, I just came with Midas?—”
“Of course you did.” She looks around, swallowing whatever else she was going to say before her shoulders drop. “I’m going to go lay down,” she mumbles before walking away.
“Well, that wasn’t awkward at all,” Amity mutters, making Legs chuckle.
“What did I miss?” I ask, confused.
Dice rolls his eyes. “Really?”
I glare at him. “Yes, really, prospect.”
“He really is that obtuse, Dice.” Legs sighs. I look at her but Amity laughs outright.
“She’s in love with you, Midas.”
“Good. I love her too.”
Everyone freezes around me, but I still feel like I’m missing something. “I know you don’t believe me yet, Legs, but it’s true.”
“Oh Jesus, you weren’t kidding,” Amity mutters. “We’re not talking about Legs. We’re talking about Kiki. Kiki is the one that loves you.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
Dice sighs. “Well, she thinks she does.”
“How the fuck can you love someone you don’t know?”
Legs rubs her temples. “I ask myself the same question.”
“What does that mean?” I frown at her.
She looks up at me and sighs, lowering her voice a little. “When’s my birthday, Midas?”
I open my mouth to reply, but it’s hazy. “March 19th.”
