Page 96 of Witch Undecided
Still, a medical room in a club. He was reaching, but it meant we still had a way out of this.
I turned to Sloane and smacked her on the arm. “I told you this wasn’t the way to the restroom.”
Sloane’s frown cleared and she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, maybe if you didn’t drink so much you wouldn’t need to pee so often.”
“My head hurts.” Poppy pouted.
Jessie put her arm around Poppy’s shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”
She made to move past the meat suit, but he held his ground.
“What’s the rush?” He climbed up a couple of steps. “I’m sure we have something for that headache in the medical room.”
Like a revenant with a straw. No thanks. I needed to act. Fast.
“No!” I plastered a frown and a pout on my face. “What I’d like is to pee.” I tottered down the steps toward him and laced my arm through his. “You work here, right? You can show me to the restroom.” I tugged him down the steps. “Ooo, biceps.” I gave his arm a squeeze, then shot Sloane a look over my shoulder. “His biceps are bigger than yours, babe.”
Sloane snorted. “Stop acting like you want cock.”
We were at the bottom of the steps now and I was leading the confused meat suit toward the hidden door.
“Idolike cock.” I stroked the meat suit’s arm and winked at him. “Are all the staff as hot as you? I’m gonna have to tell all my friends at the sky-diving club about this place. Pure adrenaline junkies, addicted to danger, but they do love a little eye candy.”
His eyes narrowed. “Danger, huh?”
“Oh, you have no idea. Always getting into some kind of trouble.”
That’s it, think of all the lovely chaos you can get from them.
His body relaxed as we reached the hidden door. “How about I get you some free tickets for next weekend? How many?”
Yes. “Can you do twenty?”
His eyes lit up at the prospect of having twenty chaos-pumped women to feast off.
“Is that too many?” I pouted. “Can you not swing it?”
He brushed open the door and steered me out into the club. “Oh, I can swing it all right. Wait by the bar.”
He hurried off and I sagged against Jessie. “Fuck.”
“Quick thinking, dude,” Jessie said.
“We need to go,” Sloane said.
“Not without those tickets,” I said.
She gave me a confused look.
“There’s no way the four of us can take on all those revenants, but with a few more of these bracelets and several more witches playing human, we might be able to swing it.”
“Smart,” Poppy said. Then to Jessie, “I told you she wasn’t a waste of space.”
I raised both brows at Jessie and crossed my arms.
She shrugged. “Fine, I take it back.”
A guy approached us and held out an envelope. “Sam says he’s sorry he couldn’t deliver these himself, he has business to attend to, but he’ll book the VIP room for you and your friends next Friday night and is looking forward to seeing you.”
I simpered at the guy. “Thank you.”
He walked away.
“Now we leave,” Sloane said. She glanced back at the hidden door. “But we’ll be back.”
We would, because there was no way we were leaving those humans to be batteries for the revenant fuckers.
