“This is because he fired you? Seriously? You get fired and you decide to hit me with a car? How the heck is that fair?”
“How is it fair? I lost my job! No one is going to hire me now! Amaya doesn’t want me to represent her anymore. And it’s allyour fault. But you’re going to a better place, Immy. Where you can be free.”
“What the cupcake?” she asked as Lauren grew closer.
“Nighty-night,” Lauren said.
Before Immy could even think about fighting back, she felt a pinprick on her neck.
Then everything went dark.
Immy woke upas the world rocked around her. She groaned, her stomach bubbling with nausea.
Knowing she wasn’t going to make it to the toilet, she had to lean over the side of the weirdly hard bed and vomit.
“Oh my God!” someone screeched. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“Who . . . who are you? Where am I?”
“Do we really have to do this again?” said the aggrieved voice. “For fuck’s sake, that stinks. How am I going to clean up that mess? Couldn’t you just wait?”
“So sorry to be an inconvenience,” Immy said dryly before the car hit a pothole, jarring her.
She screamed in pain. Oh God. Why was she so sore?
Then it hit her . . . she wasn’t in bed. She was in the back of a car.
Lauren’s car.
Because Lauren had run her down and . . . and drugged her? Then she must have somehow gotten Immy into the back of the car. Immy had no idea how.
Maybe being bat-poop crazy gave you superhuman strength or something.
“Why are you doing this? Where are we going? What is your plan?”
“I’m taking you to see a friend. He’s waiting for you. I’m actually doing you a favor.”
“How is this doing me a favor?” Immy cried, trying to move her hands and feet.
Cupcakes!
Lauren must have zip-tied her while she was out of it.
This was crazy.
It was insane.
“He’s going to meet us there and then you’ll be going to a better place, Immy. You’ll be free of all of this.”
Oh heck.
This all sounded far too familiar for her liking.
But they had the wannabe Deity. Right?
Maybe they did, but that didn’t mean there weren’t more Sentinels out there.
Or maybe the FBI had the wrong person.