Nyomi tilted her head and looked at the joint in the ash tray. "Should y'all be smoking before going to do this?"
Both Hiro and I answered at the same time. "Of course."
She smiled and shook her head.
Reo's eyes landed on the knife, and his expression shifted slightly. "Have you already done the ritual?"
I pulled on my shirt. "Not yet."
Nyomi looked between all of us. "What's the ritual?"
Hiro picked up the knife and got off the bed. "We want your blood to smear on our guns."
I couldn't help it and laughed. "Ourguns?"
Hiro turned to me. “Yeah.”
I laughed some more. “Our guns like yours and mine?”
Hiro shrugged. "Yeah. She's going to put blood on mine too."
“That’s not fucking happening.”
Hiro pointed at me. “You didn’t even remember the damn ritual.”
“Doesn’t matter. My Tiger. My blood for my guns.”
“Stop being greedy with her—”
“I can be as greedy as I fucking want. I’m already sharing her goddamn food—”
“That’s a basic thing.”
“Be grateful for that.”
Nyomi stopped Hiro before he could respond. “First of all, since we are talking aboutmyblood, I think I can respond.”
Here we go.
“I have enough blood for you both.”
I rolled my eyes and stifled my groan. “This is bullshit.”
A huge smile spread across Hiro’s face.
Reo pulled his gun from his holster and held it up. "Actually, I thought it would beallthree of us."
I stared at him.
Knowing he’d pissed me off, Reo didn’t even glance my way.
Nyomi smirked. “I would be honored, Reo.”
Chapter thirty
The Power of Blood
Kenji
