“It looks like the two of you have some explaining to do.”
“And quickly,” I add on.
“I may have freaked out. I didn’t mean to. It just happened,” Thayla says, looking between us nervously.
Amick pinches the bridge of his nose. “I beg of you, Thayla, please use your words. I don’t have it in me to try to piece together what it is you’re wanting to say.”
Her mouth opens, and concern etches across her forehead. “Are you both okay?”
I nod. “We’re exhausted and drained. Back to the problem at hand, please.”
“Right. Well, he came around the corner and surprised me. In this really mean, stern voice, hebarked,‘Hey. What are you two doing here?’ and I panicked.”
“By panicked, she means froze, then knocked his ass out. She didn’t even attempt to say what you told her to say,” Yemi adds, crossing her arms and smirking over at a glaring Thayla.
“Let’s get him into my office and we’ll figure it out from there. I’ve got to sit down.”
Amick and I step toward them, but Thayla waves us off.
“No, you two really don’t look good. We can get him. He isn’t nearly as big as you all are.”
“Practice makes perfect,” Yemi teases, winking at Thayla, who laughs like she isn’t picking up an unconscious man.
“What is she referring to?” Amick asks.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“V, will you tell Riven and Creed to meet us at my office, please? We’ve got a situation.”
A small hoot flutters through my mind as I guide us through the few halls over. Every few moments, I peer over my shoulder and have to hold in a snort as Thayla and Yemi waddle sideways.
Yemi’s got the guy’s legs and Thayla has his arms.
“We should drag him.”
“For the Valories, Thayla. You already knocked him out when he didn’t do anything but scare you.”
“Shit, you’re right. That was awful of me to suggest a way to make this easier for us.”
My lips curl between my teeth as I hold in my laugh and open my door. Creed and Riven whip around to face me at the same time.
“What’s the situation?” Creed asks, immediately on the defensive.
“Oh, you know. Just Thayla knocking people out and shit.”
I step to the side and allow her and Yemi to shuffle in. Poor Amick is pale in the face, but he’s holding his shoulders back and following right behind.
We all stare at the girls as they lay the man down and Thayla places her hands on her hips, stretching her back out.
“Damn, he was actually heavy.”
Silence follows for half a second before Riven loses his absolute mind. He falls into Creed’s side, dying with laughter, and it’s taking everything in Creed not to crack along with him.
“Gods, you tickle my fancy.”
She snorts, shooting us all a guilty smile. “I really didn’t mean to do it. I just reacted.”
“Do you think he saw your face?” Amick asks.
