“Oh, God,” Fiona screams. “Oh, God-oh, God-oh, God!”
“He’s missing on purpose,” I tell her. “He’s toying with us.”
“You don’t know him like I do. He’s fucking crazy.”
POP!
POP!
POP!
“Let’s talk,” I call up.
“What about?”
“Why the fuck you’re playing these games.”
“Life and death are never a game.”
“You should know that I’m no longer a part of the Keep.”
“I figured as much, seeing as how you’re still alive.”
“Then maybe things don’t have to go poorly for us,” I lie, because there’s no fucking way I’m letting him live after what he’s done to Britney and Fiona.
“You see, I have no problem with you, Hunter. I admire your work, though I can’t say I share your predilections.”
“Good, then we can talk.”
The gargling sound of ragers carries over, and I turn to see a few headed our way.
POP!
POP!
POP!
They drop, one by one, thanks to Caspian.
“Thanks for that. Perhaps we can talk inside, so that we don’t have to suffer further interruption.”
“Sounds good to me. There’s only one problem.”
“What’s that?”
“I can’t abide that little bitch you’re with.”
A burst of adrenaline courses through my veins, but I know better than to lose my cool.
“Ignore her, then. She’s just stress relief.”
“No. I don’t think I will.”
POP!
For a moment, I don’t know what’s happened.
Then, it hits me.
