Fuck off. I’m not thinking about this.
It never happened.
Denial is my friend.
“Right.” I stomp to the door to leave.
But Velle stops me with a hand on my chest.
“Hold up there, Señor Voyeur,” he hums, cavernous blue eyes scrutinizing me.
I’m instantly even more tense, fully certain he’s going to threaten me, for one reason or another.
Something to do with Dash, staying away from Rook, or not telling anyone what happened last night in the hallway.
I know none of that was my fault, but I can’t help feeling hella guilty right now, after the events of last night.Maybe it’s because Dash is still rotting in solitary while I’m not. And he was just as much a victim of that weird shit as I was.More, in fact.
The kid obviously didn’t know what was happening. I can’t be sure if he, too, was drugged, or if whatever is wrong with him is just as bad, or worse, than being unwittingly dosed with LSD.
“Let’s just get one thing clear…” Velle’s gaze narrows, and I hold my breath. But then he stuffs his hand into his shirt pocket, removing something and holding it out to me. “Would you like a piece?”
My eyes fall.
Gum.
He’s offering me… a piece of gum?
I blink at it, then at him. Smirking and chewing, and winking.
“What flavor…?” I croak.
He shrugs. “Wintergreen, I think.”
My spine stiffens.
Wintergreen… Fuck.
The Ivory’s tongue pushing into my mouth, soft and warm and minty.
The drugs…
Is Velle trying to drug me too now?!
Did he see what happened last night??
I still can’t remember how I got back to my cell… Maybe The Ivory had Velle do it.
Maybe they wereallwatching!
Paranoia is bunching up my muscles as I grunt, “No. I don’t want it.” I push past him out of the cell. “I fuckingdon’t, okay??”
Velle’s brow furrows as he follows me into the row. “Simmer down, Susan. It’s just gum.Sheesh, you try to benicearound here for a change…”
I’m all twitchy and nervous, feeling like there are eyes scrutinizing every inch of me—most likely a symptom of lingering psychedelics in my system.
Watching Velle closely, I frown as he strides inside Ren’s cell, offering him a piece of gum as well. Ren, of course, takes it gleefully.
“Why is he so enthusiastic about that gum?” I mutter, mostly to myself, startling when Luthor replies.
