Page 59 of Dance of Defiance
“Hey!”
Milena plucks the enormous glass out of Evie’s hands. “Evie,” she sighs. “C’mon.”
“But it smells so yummy!”
“Sweetheart, you get tanked off one glass of wine, andthat,” Milena sighs, jabbing a finger at the Barbie sorority jungle juice from hell, “could literallykill you.”
“Also, A, which fucking guys?” I growl. “And B, who handed it to you—the bartender, or them?”
Evie opens her mouth, thinks, then shuts it. “Them?”
“Yeah, that's a hard nope.” I stand, slide past Naomi, and take the drink out of Milena’s hands. “How aboutno onedrinks the roofie colada, deal?”
Evie’s face pales. “But they were nice!”
“Oh, I’m sure they were.” Milena frowns deeply, turning to squeeze my arm. “Thank you,” she mouths.
I nod grimly and take the drink up to the bar. It being the single most obnoxious drink on the menu, the bartender remembers exactly who ordered it.
“Pretty sure I saw them leave a minute or so ago,” she yells over the club music. “But I’ll tell Security to review the tape.” She points to a camera near the ceiling, angled toward the bar. “We’ll be able to see if they slipped anything into it.”
“And then?”
She arches a brow. “You're friends with Laz, right?”
“We’re…acquainted.”
She smirks. “Let’s just say, if he spots those guys dropping anything into that drink, if they show up here again it would bereal badfor their health.”
Laz, I might just be changing my opinion of you. Slightly.
I thank her and head back to the VIP section. Halfway there, my phone buzzes in my pocket.
Unknown
Please. Look im rly sorry
Unknown
about t elbow in ur faccee
My jaw tightens. Mystery fucking solved whounknownis.
I almost ignore it. Because I’m off this fucking ride…right?
Except, apparently, I’m not.
I ignore the voice inside calling me a weak, horny shitbag as I start typing.
Me
I don’t remember giving you my number.
Unknown
got it from Evie’s cell
Unknown
