“I want to go home.”
“I know,” I said. “I do, too.”
“How long do we need to stay here?”
I shook my head. “I have no idea.”
“I have to work tonight,” she said.
“I’m aware. Orion is sorting out someone to go with you.”
“Well, it better not be that asshole, or I’m gonna open a can of whoop-ass on him.”
“Since we definitely don’t want that, I’ll make sure it’s not Wrath, okay?”
She nodded.
“Are you hungry?”
She wiped her cheeks and nodded again. “Yeah, a little.”
I rose to my feet. “Let’s go see what they have in the fridge, huh?”
* * *
Six hours later, I was walking downstairs when I heard yelling, followed by breaking glass, then more yelling. I inched my way around the corner and saw Wrath jabbing a finger toward Orion, rage an inadequate adjective to describe his mood.
“Outside, Orion!” Wrath bellowed. “Scooby and Scrappy put Gerty outside like a fuckin’ dog.”
“Where are they?” Orion asked, his voice calm, but tight.
“If they’re smart, they left town,” Moses retorted. “Maybe they split with that pain in the ass granola chick.”
“What do you mean, she left?” Wrath asked, and my heart dropped into my stomach.
“Does it matter? The bitch fuckin’ left.”
“Yeah, it fuckin’ matters, Moses,” Wrath growled.
Moses shrugged. “If you find her, you might want to get your woman to reel her hippy friend in.”
Shit!
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and fired off a text, using speech to text because my hands were useless, asking Sierra where she was. Three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again.
Sierra:I’m taking a time-out.
Me:Where are you taking this time-out?
Sierra:I don’t want to tell you.
Me:I need you to tell me, Sierra, or you’ll have to deal with Wrath.
Sierra:That asshole can go fuck himself in the ass.
Me:I need to know you’re safe.
Sierra:I’m with Leith. He’s keeping me safe.
