“Oh!” Mina suddenly sat forward. “I almost forgot.”
“What?” Poppy questioned with wariness in her tone.
Mina dug through her stylish bag and lifted out two containers. “I brought these for you two. I thought you might need some energy before going to kick ass—or whatever.” She leaned again and handed them over to us.
I popped the lid on my container and stared down into it. My eyes glazed over in complete bliss. I jerked my attention back to the gift giver. “Mina, you can come along any time. Thank you.”
Poppy nodded grandly and licked her bottom lip. “Those look delicious.”
“Not mine.” I turned my back to her so she couldn’t thieve my goodies. “You have your own. I’m not sharing.”
Mina laughed, soft and sweet. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I didn’t bake those. I just bought a bag of oatmeal cookies at the store, and dumped some of them in containers.”
“Either way, these are mine.” I held the container close to my chest and nibbled on a scrumptious delight. “I haven’t had a cookie in a long time.”
Poppy snorted, her voice dry. “Rune sure knows how to spoil a lady.”
I spoke around a mouthful of yum. “We’re learning as we go.”
“How very romantic.” Poppy deadpanned.
I shrugged. “I think it is. And so does he.”
She sighed in resignation. “I guess that’s all that really matters, right?”
“No shit.”
* * *
Poppy planted her back against the wall next to the entrance. She had two short swords in her hands, her eyes pinched at the corners, her cheeks puffed in and out, as she hyped herself up. Brown eyes found my blue ones. She asked, “Are you ready for this?”
I nodded once. This was our door to enter through.
I gripped the hilts of my two sharp blades and rotated my wrists.
She peered down at her bracelet. Time slowed as she waited for the signal. All of his businesses would be hit at the exact same time. It would be annihilation.
Her silver bracelet buzzed. She snapped her head up and nodded. I sucked in a breath and kicked the locked door with all my might right near the handle. The wood creaked and splintered. One more kick and the door flew open.
The bouncer was already running down the hall toward the door and skidded to a halt seeing me under the streetlamp. His head tilted, apparently not noticing the screams coming from further inside the building. “Megan, is that you?”
My lips pinched. This was one of Father’s men who had helped me escape once.
Fuck.
I glanced at Poppy where she was still hidden, staring right at me. Then my attention flew back to the bouncer. I hissed quietly, “Get the fuck out of here, David. Run. And fast. You never saw me.”
His head turned slightly, listening behind him.
“David, come on!” I waved with one of my blades for him to hurry.
When his kind eyes met mine, he grinned—proud. “You’re finally getting him back.”
“Just. Go.”
“Yep. I’m going.” He raced toward me, and I moved out of his way. As he sped by, he whispered, “I never saw you.”
My chest heaved, and I twisted back to the door. I eyed the inside. “Are you just going to stand there all night or are you going to come inside with me and have some fun?”
