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The room blurs when I spy the white-beaded bracelet curled around an all-too-familiar black and grey tattoo.
She never covered my microphone…
She claps a hand around her wrist, shielding it from my view. “Don’t think I’ll be up bright and early after all, huh?”
Saint shoots up, sliding Theo to the floor with a lingering kiss.
“We should probably get back. I think you two have had more than enough to drink tonight,” he says, gaze dancing between the two women. “Did you have fun?”
“So much.” Theo slurs.
“Good,” he says, tapping her arse as she links arms with Hendrix.
He turns to me when they stumble down the stairs.
I choke on air. “She still has the tattoo, Saint.”
“Is that so hard to believe?” His gaze flickers to my wrist. “You didn’t cover yours either. Seems you both needed something to hold onto.”
“I don’t even know what to do with this information.” I tug at my sleeve.
He rocks my shoulder and nudges me forward. “You don’t need to do anything with it right now. We just gotta get her back safe. Worry about everything else tomorrow, yeah?”
I pull up outside a dingy hotel in Camden.
A frown tugs at my lips when I scan the street.
I turn to Hendrix, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “You’re staying here?”
“Yep.” She pops the P.
Bitter air blasts me in the face when she shoves the passenger door open.
Theo and Saint huddle together in the back, whispering God only knows what into each other’s ears.
I clear my throat.
Saint’s eyes snap up and meet mine in the rearview mirror.
“What?” he asks as Theo’s face disappears into his neck.
Hendrix slides out, hugging her little black studded bag to her chest as she nudges the door closed with her hip. She rounds the car on unsteady feet and taps on my window.
I roll it down.
“Thanks for the lift.” She licks her lips, the red gloss staining her tongue. “I really appreciate it.”
I swallow hard. “Anytime.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I’ll be in the studio waiting for you.”
Her lips twitch.
“Okay.” She peeks over my shoulder and waves her fingers. “Bye guys.”
Ice skitters down my spine as she totters off.
