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the attention of the imposter? You will be punished.”
Imposter? “Okay, that’s enough. Sorrel,” I called, pulling his attention away from one of the curvier waitresses. “Take Sydney out to the car.”
Sydney gasped. “My name is Mei-Sue.” She said, holding out her nametag.
Okay, odd, but a good reason she’d have thought these newly fallen converts were crazy.
“I don’t care,” I said. “You’re coming with me.”
Her boss tried to protest, but I glared at him and let the green shine run across my eyes. He backed up a step. Sorrel grabbed Sydney’s arm and pulled her toward the door. I followed, ignoring her protests. I wasn’t going to leave her in that den of Stepford waitresses and jackass bosses.
“My stuff is still in there,” Sydney whined, shaking a hot pink spiral keychain at me.
I took the key ring, which had a white plastic disk embossed with the number fourteen. As soon as we were outside and Sorrel had Sydney in the car, I passed him the key ring. “Go get her stuff. They’ll toss it out if we leave it.” He raised an eyebrow, but before he could complain, I begged, “Just do it.”
Sliding into the car, I remembered her boss’s imposter remark, which was odd considering most of the fallen wanted to bow at my feet. Of course, everything about the Jaded Dragon was odd. They took their theme way too far.
Sydney muttered something from the backseat.
“What?” I asked.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she whined. “I need a new job now. Thanks a lot.”
I sighed. That was the least of my concerns. “Did Hector give you that black eye?” I asked.
“Who?” she asked.
“Wong.”
She touched her eye lightly and winced. “I was late yesterday, thanks to you.”
I rolled my eyes. Did she seriously think everything was my fault? “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s something wrong with that place. And you really should have mentioned that you worked in a restaurant full of Fallen descendants.”
She shrugged. “I just thought they were crazy and I didn’t need you coming down here and screwing things up.”
“How the hell did you get down here anyway?”
Sydney crossed her arms over her chest. “I know a guy. He takes me back and forth when I need to go topside.”
I shook my head. It was amazing this girl was still alive. “You’re staying with me tonight,” I informed her. “Tomorrow, we’ll talk about something more permanent. And no, I still don’t plan to kill you.”
Sorrel opened the door and tossed Sydney’s messenger bag and a duffle at her. She grunted from the impact, but looked relieved to have her stuff.
I could already tell this was going to be a long night.
I ordered pizza back at the apartment and Sydney cleaned up while we waited for the order. She still looked pissed, but that didn’t stop her from practically inhaling half of the pizza. She’d changed into an anime style t-shirt and sleep shorts. Aside from the black eye, which was more obvious now that the costume makeup was gone. She also looked younger and more vulnerable.
After she gave Sorrel another sidelong look, I decided it was time to end the silent treatment. “He’s immortal, remember, that’s why his face looks even.”
“Right,” she said, rolling her eyes, as if not believing me. “Us too, right?”
Sorrel laughed. I glared at him. He tossed his napkin on the table and left the kitchen.
“It’s complicated,” I said, looking back at Sydney. “If I had to guess, I’d say we’re both in stasis, or something like that, until someone wins the game.”
“The game.” She shook her head. “I said I wouldn’t try to kill you and you’re the Fallen Queen, not me.”
“What’s the deal with Mr. Wong ?” I said, using air quotes when I said his name.
“Wong is a dick. None of them believe you’re the true ruler. I just didn’t know it meant anything to me until you said something.”
“Who the hell does he think rules the fourth
Imposter? “Okay, that’s enough. Sorrel,” I called, pulling his attention away from one of the curvier waitresses. “Take Sydney out to the car.”
Sydney gasped. “My name is Mei-Sue.” She said, holding out her nametag.
Okay, odd, but a good reason she’d have thought these newly fallen converts were crazy.
“I don’t care,” I said. “You’re coming with me.”
Her boss tried to protest, but I glared at him and let the green shine run across my eyes. He backed up a step. Sorrel grabbed Sydney’s arm and pulled her toward the door. I followed, ignoring her protests. I wasn’t going to leave her in that den of Stepford waitresses and jackass bosses.
“My stuff is still in there,” Sydney whined, shaking a hot pink spiral keychain at me.
I took the key ring, which had a white plastic disk embossed with the number fourteen. As soon as we were outside and Sorrel had Sydney in the car, I passed him the key ring. “Go get her stuff. They’ll toss it out if we leave it.” He raised an eyebrow, but before he could complain, I begged, “Just do it.”
Sliding into the car, I remembered her boss’s imposter remark, which was odd considering most of the fallen wanted to bow at my feet. Of course, everything about the Jaded Dragon was odd. They took their theme way too far.
Sydney muttered something from the backseat.
“What?” I asked.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she whined. “I need a new job now. Thanks a lot.”
I sighed. That was the least of my concerns. “Did Hector give you that black eye?” I asked.
“Who?” she asked.
“Wong.”
She touched her eye lightly and winced. “I was late yesterday, thanks to you.”
I rolled my eyes. Did she seriously think everything was my fault? “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s something wrong with that place. And you really should have mentioned that you worked in a restaurant full of Fallen descendants.”
She shrugged. “I just thought they were crazy and I didn’t need you coming down here and screwing things up.”
“How the hell did you get down here anyway?”
Sydney crossed her arms over her chest. “I know a guy. He takes me back and forth when I need to go topside.”
I shook my head. It was amazing this girl was still alive. “You’re staying with me tonight,” I informed her. “Tomorrow, we’ll talk about something more permanent. And no, I still don’t plan to kill you.”
Sorrel opened the door and tossed Sydney’s messenger bag and a duffle at her. She grunted from the impact, but looked relieved to have her stuff.
I could already tell this was going to be a long night.
I ordered pizza back at the apartment and Sydney cleaned up while we waited for the order. She still looked pissed, but that didn’t stop her from practically inhaling half of the pizza. She’d changed into an anime style t-shirt and sleep shorts. Aside from the black eye, which was more obvious now that the costume makeup was gone. She also looked younger and more vulnerable.
After she gave Sorrel another sidelong look, I decided it was time to end the silent treatment. “He’s immortal, remember, that’s why his face looks even.”
“Right,” she said, rolling her eyes, as if not believing me. “Us too, right?”
Sorrel laughed. I glared at him. He tossed his napkin on the table and left the kitchen.
“It’s complicated,” I said, looking back at Sydney. “If I had to guess, I’d say we’re both in stasis, or something like that, until someone wins the game.”
“The game.” She shook her head. “I said I wouldn’t try to kill you and you’re the Fallen Queen, not me.”
“What’s the deal with Mr. Wong ?” I said, using air quotes when I said his name.
“Wong is a dick. None of them believe you’re the true ruler. I just didn’t know it meant anything to me until you said something.”
“Who the hell does he think rules the fourth
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