Dude, yeah nah.
I push him off.
“We’ll take Davey,” Sandy says, rising with Heids. I can call her Heids, right?
“Tennison, you’re with me, unless you have another way home?” Hammond stands.
I—hold on . . .
I grab at my bag, but it keeps moving away from me.
“Wait, I ca?—”
Huge hands haul me from the chair to my feet. I sway, the seat of the booth rubbing at my calves. My stomach tightens before turning.
Oh shit.
How many of those things did Davey?—
Cool breeze hits my face. Cars whiz past, the sidewalk rises up, and something hard and warm holds me upright.
My mouth waters with every step I take in the cool night. The buildings move as I walk past.
I retch, slapping a hand to my mouth.
What the hell is in that stuff? How long has it been since I dran?—
I double over, and rough hands guide me to the gutter.
“Oh shit.”
Fingers sweep at my neck, my hair bundled up away from my face.
I lose my stomach to the gutter. The dark drink comes up the same shade it went down.
I sink to my butt and rest my cheek on my knees.
How did they get there?
A groan sounds from above me. A big form folds, shrinking as he sits on the sidewalk next to me.
Hammond?
“Yeah, you’re okay. What’s your address, Tennison. Let me get you home safe.”
“I—”
No, Kel was supposed to . . .
Stars fill my peripherals, and the world turns sideways.
Warmth folds around me as I mutter a curse before darkness sucks me right into its abyss.
Wetness slides over my cheek.
Cold wetness nudges my temple. My body is concrete.
Groaning, I roll ove?—
