Page 293 of Shadowman
“What the hell is that?” Hancock asks. “A calculator from 1945?”
“No… Rude,” he grumbles. “It’s LOIS 2.0.! And she’s a fucking boss bitch.”
My lashes flutter, but Dash asks before I can, “Is that your… computer?”
“Oh yea, baby.” Luthor shimmies around. “I can disable any of The Ivory’s security systems with this baddie.”
“Hang on,” I snap out of it. “You think you can disable these??”
I pluck the collar around my neck.
Luthor’s head cocks while he and Ren assess them.
“Ooh… kinky,” Ren hums.
“They’re like a shock collar you put on your dog, except that if we leave the mansion, we get paralyzed. Not shocked,” I tell them.
“Good times,” Hancock grumbles sarcastically.
Luthor’s mouth slopes into a wicked grin. “Why didn’t you say so?? Fuckin’ child’s play. Give me two minutes! No! Ninety seconds.”
Ren chuckles, hugging onto him from behind while he works. “Look at that big, sexy brain go.”
I’m buzzing from head to toe. Being back with them—all three of them—feels like the best moment of my life. But I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around it.
I’ve been grieving them for weeks! This is insane…
“Are you sure you’re not dead…?” I whimper, and Ren pouts, stepping over and hugging me again. I can’t stop crumbling to bits. It’s every two seconds, and itwouldbe embarrassing, butI don’t even care. My hand cups the back of his head. “I’m…sosorry.”
“Shut up,” he mumbles. “I don’t wanna hear that shit.”
“I know, but—”
“We’re just glad you’re okay. And that you’re not with that awful British ghoul.”
I stiffen in his arms, pulling out of his hold. “Wait, what do you mean?”
“Fenwick,” Ren huffs. “He’s a fucking prick. He’s the reason we’re here…”
I’m giving him a bizarre look. Hancock and Dash are shifting awkwardly.
“We’ve been trying to reachanyoneover here pretty much since we left,” Luthor mutters while typing away on his device. “We finally got through to Joy’s the other day, and Trevel answered…God, this thing is a bitch.”
His tongue pokes out in his concentration. But I’m dizzy again.
The whole world feels like it’s flipping upside down.
Wait… what?
“You… spoke to Trevel?” I croak.
“Yea. He was being an epic douche, as usual,” Ren grunts.
“Got it!” Luthor cheers.
“Are you sure??” Hancock flutters.
Luthor nods enthusiastically. “You’re good.”
