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have a gun pointed at my head, I mentally groaned at seeing her. Can’t it be anyone but her? “Dezyre, what are you doing here?” I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with her drama right now.
She ignored my bitter words and holstered the pistol . “I was in the next hall when the alarm went off, and I saw Orion’s empty cell. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I want in if it involves bringing that bastard to justice for unleashing that horrible disease .”
“How do you know about that?” Paris snapped.
Dezyre didn’t show any fe ar. “When I saw Aden was admitted , I went over to his room to check on him. That’s when I overheard you and Sloane talking about it.”
My stomach lurched. Dezyre was the one who had exposed me for being a vampire hunter, and because of that, I had been tortured by Frost. To say I didn’t trust her would be an understatement. “ Sorry, bu t this superhero club’s all full.”
Dezyre’s lip-glossed mouth rolled up in a sneer. “I could be of use to you. What if you get hurt? Who’s going to help heal you?”
“I’ll take my chances,” I mumbled. I’d almost be willing to deal with Paris if it meant not putting up with Dezyre. “Knowing you, you’d try to poison me.” I was, of course, referring to the Holiday Ball, where she’d brought me a glass of punch that had been laced with acid. Later on, we’d found out she’d been glamoured by my brother, but that was beside the point.
“Oh, please,” Dezyre said. “That was so not my fault. I can’t help it your family is seriously dysfunctional.”
I’m about to make you r face seriously dysfunctional . I growled, growing more irritated just by listening to her voice.
“Enough!” Rook bellowed, coming up between us. “Stop acting like two-year-olds! We don’t have time for it. We have to get out of here.”
“I know a way,” Paris said , a mischievous smile on her lips. “Follow me.”
CHAPTER 6
Thanks to Rook ’s misdirection , we didn’t run into anyone else as we made our way to an adjoining hallway, thought I didn’t expect that to last for long. Though Dezyre and I were taking out cameras left and right, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching us.
We spilled into a small, narrow hall I’d never been in before . It didn’t appear to have any exits or doors. “What are you doing?” I asked Paris when she walked right up to the wall.
“Getting us out of here.” It looked like she waved her badge in front of the wall, but then the outline of a door appeared as a chunk of the wall opened up and she pulled it open. Curious, I fo llowed her inside the dark, cool space. The moment we set foot inside the room, lights flicked on overhead, illuminating several things I took to be cars.
“How do you get all these down here?” I asked, looking around the parking garage . There had to be at least fifty vehicles, and because of it, the room seemed to stretch on forever.
“They ’re taken apart and reassembled down here, ” Paris said.
I eyed one as we walked by. It looked like a weird hybrid between a Mustang, a Ford Ranger, and a Dodge Viper. “Couldn’t you, um, have put them back together correctly?”
Rook chuckled softly. “It’s the end of the world, and you’re worried about the s tyle of car you’re driving? Even Dezyre would admit that’s vain.”
Dezyre made a face at him but didn’t comment.
My face flamed. “I guess I was just expecting you guys to drive fancy sports cars or limos.”
“You’ve been around modern ideals of vampires for too long,” Paris said, stoppi ng at a slender “car”. It s doors were brown, with a mostly black body, and it had thin wheels that looked like they ’d been snagged from a racecar. “Being a vampire, as you’ve noticed, is hardly as romantic as literature and movies paint it out to be.”
“And they run on gasoline?” I asked. Gas prices had shot through the roof since the Eclipse, becoming more of
She ignored my bitter words and holstered the pistol . “I was in the next hall when the alarm went off, and I saw Orion’s empty cell. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I want in if it involves bringing that bastard to justice for unleashing that horrible disease .”
“How do you know about that?” Paris snapped.
Dezyre didn’t show any fe ar. “When I saw Aden was admitted , I went over to his room to check on him. That’s when I overheard you and Sloane talking about it.”
My stomach lurched. Dezyre was the one who had exposed me for being a vampire hunter, and because of that, I had been tortured by Frost. To say I didn’t trust her would be an understatement. “ Sorry, bu t this superhero club’s all full.”
Dezyre’s lip-glossed mouth rolled up in a sneer. “I could be of use to you. What if you get hurt? Who’s going to help heal you?”
“I’ll take my chances,” I mumbled. I’d almost be willing to deal with Paris if it meant not putting up with Dezyre. “Knowing you, you’d try to poison me.” I was, of course, referring to the Holiday Ball, where she’d brought me a glass of punch that had been laced with acid. Later on, we’d found out she’d been glamoured by my brother, but that was beside the point.
“Oh, please,” Dezyre said. “That was so not my fault. I can’t help it your family is seriously dysfunctional.”
I’m about to make you r face seriously dysfunctional . I growled, growing more irritated just by listening to her voice.
“Enough!” Rook bellowed, coming up between us. “Stop acting like two-year-olds! We don’t have time for it. We have to get out of here.”
“I know a way,” Paris said , a mischievous smile on her lips. “Follow me.”
CHAPTER 6
Thanks to Rook ’s misdirection , we didn’t run into anyone else as we made our way to an adjoining hallway, thought I didn’t expect that to last for long. Though Dezyre and I were taking out cameras left and right, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching us.
We spilled into a small, narrow hall I’d never been in before . It didn’t appear to have any exits or doors. “What are you doing?” I asked Paris when she walked right up to the wall.
“Getting us out of here.” It looked like she waved her badge in front of the wall, but then the outline of a door appeared as a chunk of the wall opened up and she pulled it open. Curious, I fo llowed her inside the dark, cool space. The moment we set foot inside the room, lights flicked on overhead, illuminating several things I took to be cars.
“How do you get all these down here?” I asked, looking around the parking garage . There had to be at least fifty vehicles, and because of it, the room seemed to stretch on forever.
“They ’re taken apart and reassembled down here, ” Paris said.
I eyed one as we walked by. It looked like a weird hybrid between a Mustang, a Ford Ranger, and a Dodge Viper. “Couldn’t you, um, have put them back together correctly?”
Rook chuckled softly. “It’s the end of the world, and you’re worried about the s tyle of car you’re driving? Even Dezyre would admit that’s vain.”
Dezyre made a face at him but didn’t comment.
My face flamed. “I guess I was just expecting you guys to drive fancy sports cars or limos.”
“You’ve been around modern ideals of vampires for too long,” Paris said, stoppi ng at a slender “car”. It s doors were brown, with a mostly black body, and it had thin wheels that looked like they ’d been snagged from a racecar. “Being a vampire, as you’ve noticed, is hardly as romantic as literature and movies paint it out to be.”
“And they run on gasoline?” I asked. Gas prices had shot through the roof since the Eclipse, becoming more of
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