“September 29th,” she replies softly. “What is my favorite color? Favorite TV show? Favorite food?”
I open my mouth again, but before I can say anything, I see her eyes get damp.
“How old am I, Midas? Do you even know what my real name is?” She swipes at her cheek before walking away. I move to go after her, but Amity stops me.
“I’ll go.” She glares at me as I scrub my hands down my face.
“Fuck!”
Dice stares at me impassively.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m not looking at you any way, Midas.”
“We kept everything superficial for a reason.”
“How’d that work out for you?” he questions quietly.
“I could always put you on toilet duty.”
“You could. But I’d still be the only one of the two of us that knows her real name.”
“Wait, you know it? Why?”
“Because I asked.”
I can’t even rail at the fucking guy because I could have asked the same damn thing.
“Tell me what’s going on with Kiki.” I change the subject, daring him to argue, but he doesn’t.
“Docs say she’s fine, just the bump where her head hit the steering wheel. But there are no signs of concussion and no stitches needed. Her car is being towed to the garage. Hoops called and says there is no other damage besides a little to the bodywork and a blown tire.”
“Well, that’s something. She see the guy that ran her off the road?”
“No, said it was a dark blue or black older model truck.”
“Same description as the truck that followed Lil that time? Shit, that’s not a coincidence.”
“No. Havoc and Nevaeh stayed to find out what was happening with Tina, but he said he wouldn’t be there long.”
“Alright, I’ll pass it on.”
He’s quiet for a minute, so I wait him out, but when he keeps quiet, I grit my teeth.
“Anything else?”
“Hoops is blaming himself. He picked up Tina and brought her home. Now he feels like shit that Kiki got hurt on his watch.”
“No, he did the right thing, taking Tina back. I’m not blaming Kiki for what happened, but she should have gone home with them. She was told not to be off the compound alone.”
He nods in agreement before I dismiss him and head out to find Legs. I go upstairs first, cursing when I remember she nolonger has a room here. I walk down to G’s room in case Amity took her there, but nobody answers. I jog down the steps and head out back. I spot them on one of the benches facing away from me. I move closer, not wanting to startle them, but slow my pace when I hear them talking.
“You’re not being stupid, Legs. I’d feel the same way, too.”
“You’d have put up with that shit for two minutes before you shot him.” Legs laughs, but I can hear the tears in her voice. “When will it stop hurting so much, Amity?”
“I don’t know. You said he’s trying to make it up to you now. How’s that going?”
