“What… other things does Nolan like?” Lex asks. “Asking for a friend.”
Landon huffs. “Lex, I’m about to destroy Deus’s ass, so can you read the room?”
“It looks like you’re picking your book back up to read it,” Lex says.
“Well… I wasgoingto kick his ass… after this next chapter.”
“Hey, Landon,” I say.
“What, fiend?”
“I know who dies in the end.”
He slowly lowers the book. “You’ve read this book?”
I’m so very delighted by this turn of events. “Sure have.”
“Please don’t tell me that the only person in this vehicle I have hobbies in common with is the demon worshiper,” Landon whispers.
“If you don’t apologize, I’m going to tell you who dies.”
He freezes. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
Landon’s face twitches. “August, apologize to the fiend for me.”
“I am very sorry,” August says for some reason.
I shake my head. “Not good enough. His name?—”
“It’s a man? NO! August, throw him out of the vehicle, now! Hurry. Is it Tom? Trent? Don’t tell me it’s Matt! August, throw him!”
“Of course,” he says as the vehicle comes to a stop. August gathers me in his arms and carries me out through the back door of the stationary vehicle.
“That felt less like a throw and more like a man carrying his bride through the door on their wedding night,” Landon grumbles.
“It was wildly effective,” I say as I twirl a strand of August’s hair with my finger, leaving Landon gasping.
Jumping out of August’s arms, I hurry off toward the apartment until Ellison grabs me by the back of my shirt to choke me a little.
“Wrong apartment,” he says as he aims me toward the right one.
“It’s hot how smart you are.”
He stares at me, as if he could possibly see something wrong with any part of this.
“Stay focused and don’t get hurt.”
“How many entrances are there?” August asks.
“Four. I’ve sent my illusions out to watch all four to see if they try to exit the building. I’m unsure if there are any people still inside.”
“I’ll stay here and guard Ellison,” Lex offers, obviously not wanting to go into the apartment. I think he gets more anxious about using his powers when it comes to residential buildings. But with only one villain, we really should be able to handle it fine without help.
“Sounds good,” Landon says. “If you need us, just shout, ‘August is naked!’ and I’ll come even faster than if you said something foolish like ‘help.’”
“Thrilled to know that,” Ellison retorts with another dose of sarcasm. He’s getting his sarcasm quota filled for the day.
