- it was an accusation
- a sort of swinging pocket
- Six hours after injection
- grandmother is calling me a “home-wrecker”
- There was one reason.
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“Where was I, Tessa?” I could hardly believe her. “Where was I? Where were you?”
“What kind of question is that?” she asked.
“It wasn’t a question, it was an accusation. You were so busy fucking around with John I bet you don’t even know that Tallulah is on the loose.”
“You think my mission with John is just ‘fucking around’? Like I’m in a sort of swinging pocket of 70s hedonism while you’re out there saving the world all by yourself?” She sounded furious and her tears had stopped.
I didn’t want to fight with her, but lately fighting was all I knew. “You gonna let me out of these handcuffs?”
“Six hours after injection,” she said, brandishing a syringe. “By then we’ll be safely at our destination.”
I flinched away from her. Could I make it into the Viscount’s wacky crystal castle? Surely he had handcuff keys in there somewhere. Or at the very least a hacksaw.
“Don’t even try it,” Tessa said. “You know how your grandmother is calling me a ‘home-wrecker’ all the time? Well, I finally decided to live up to the name.” She held up a little remote control and pressed the button.
Viscount Arlo’s architectural wonder exploded in a fireball of molten plastic and toxic black smoke.
I couldn’t think of any reason Tessa would do that.
Well, that’s not true.
There was one reason.
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