Rage ruptures out as a gust from Cash’s lips, his head whipping back and his disrespectful gesture evolving into a stern point. “You’d get locked up faster for that mess than this one.”
I’m punching ass and swirling around, trying to figure out where I should start. When, honestly, all I can think about doing is stomping out of here and tearing Ora’s mouth from her face.
I won’t. I won’t. I won’t. I won’t touch her. I’ll just fucking, uh… talk to Bunny. Yeah. That’s healthy. Talk to her. Treat her real nice and sweet.
“Raze!”
“What?!” I snap back to Cash shooting me with big ass eyes, just now registering the whole ass shin I’m carrying.
“Gloves!” he spits.
“I didn’t start with ‘em,” I shrug. “What’s it matter now?” Finishing with a mutter, I start stacking feast-able piles, hoping that it’s easier to bag up or… whatever the fuck we’re doing.
I don’t fucking know. Stop looking at me. I don’t even know how this started other than skipping in here like an idiot, expecting Bunny to show up at some point because she’s introverted as fuck, and moving into the nearest umbra when I saw Junior Fuck Nuts walking up in here all pigeon toed.
I was more intrigued. I remember that, feeling interested in what he’d be snooping around for and why he chose Bunny to investigate. But then he hopped up ontoherstage. Stood underherlight. And that’s when vexation obliterated logical thinking.
Oh, but then my little baby bunny had to come in moments after him, asking for something back, like they had been together. Andthat’swhen my hand found the emergency axe I have hidden off to the side in case she ever gets stuck or needs to fuck someone up.
“Sorry, stargirl. Broke your axe in for you,” I mumble, kicking his left hand through the slop of blood toward the pile with his other hand.
“Jesus, fuck!” Cash shouts, his bloody hands stuck in loose claws on either side of his head, as if he’s fighting the urge of drifting into his panic pose. “How the hell we gonna get all this up? We need Bounty by the fuckin’ bulk!”
“Kitty litter,” I answer sedately, then toss an unknown body part over my shoulder.
It splats and thunks, landing somewhere in the goop. My attention is shifting to the cleaning cart rolling halfway in, the curtains parted just enough to see bottles of chemicals taking up the top tray.
“Poor baby bunny got sick, ma’am… Yeah, it’s such a shame. But don’t you worry. She’s in good hands… Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, Aries and Duse will knock your socks off.”
The hum of Xene’s voice filters through the crack, giving me the reassurance that his deflection is convincing enough to get back to my shit.
“Uh, yeah. Cat litter.” Checking back in with Cash, I use my sleeved arm to wipe my forehead. “It gets the oil and grease up in the garage. Can’t imagine this is much different.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BUNNY
“This way.”
Might as well add a bushy tail to my butt. I’m wide-eyed and shaking, following the voice up to the windows of the gift shop.
Please don’t get annoyed with me. I can’t help it. I’m in a trance Iwantto escape. But whoever or whatever it is has a pull on me. My brain is screaming to run home, but my legs are following orders and carrying me through the jingle of the door.
Artificial flavoring and packing tape hang in the chilly air. It’s one of the only spots that have running AC because Carl’s office is upstairs.
According to Razor, anyway.
Razor…
A brief flash of what I fled from spears through my mind, inducing this uncomfortable clamminess that makes the lighting even brighter.
“Up here.”
The haunting voice spikes another wave of adrenaline, looking around at the group of girls holding up T-shirts and others filling hand baskets with candy and trinkets.
I don’t want to.
But I am. For some reason. I’m taking it slow around the rotating display of keychains, following this supernatural order to the unguarded staircase in the back.
