“Yes, Madame,” Enne responded, more than eager to leave.
Enne slipped out the doors into the other room, and the others snapped to attention. Levi immediately stood and came to her side. “She didn’t notice the contacts,” Enne whispered.
“Good. Anything else?” His hands found her wrists, and he turned her arms over, as if examining her for injuries.
“She wants to see you.”
He eyed the closed door warily, then he took a deep breath and cracked his neck. “The night’s almost over.” Enne didn’t know if he was reassuring her or himself.
Then he molded his face into something expressionless and entered Vianca’s parlor. The door closed behind him.
Enne tried not to worry about whatever meeting was unfolding in the other room. Levi had braved Vianca for years before she’d met him, but the way he’d braced himself before walking in, the little bit of fear in his eyes—it almost broke her heart. Because he felt just as trapped as she did, and it was a terrible way to feel.
It was too easy to let her feelings slip out of control. It had nearly happened in the pay phone booth. In the Mole station. In the elevator.
The Phoenix Club knew Levi’s face now. They’d be hunting for him. Enne’s purple eyes were deadly enough—it wasn’t safe to fall for someone with a bounty on his head.
Even if she already had.
She collapsed on the seat beside Lola. From across the room, Jac tossed her a box of spice cookies. Enne hadn’t even realized how hungry she was. She thanked him and tore into them.
“Levi told us,” Lola said. Her eyes found Enne’s. “What have you done?”
Enne was too exhausted for words. She wasn’t prepared for another round of Lola’s paranoid accusations. “I thought we were past this.” It wasn’t a question—it was a challenge.
Lola shifted awkwardly. “We are. I mean, I waited at Luckluster for hours.”
“And I told Vianca to find you. I wanted to make sure you were all right.” Enne handed her a cookie. “Because we’re friends.”
Lola nodded numbly.
“So, Enne,” Jac said. “Does your new power thing mean we’re all about to be rich? I’m your friend, too.”
She might’ve laughed if she weren’t so tired. Since the Game, she’d worried about her eyes all night, but somehow Jac had managed to find humor in her dangerous situation. He, too, had seemed wary of her talents before, and maybe he still was, but she also trusted him. Yes, she would also call him a friend.
Levi, Jac and Lola—only they knew her secret. It was now the four of them against the entire city.
“Priority number one, in the morning,” he said. “I’ve always wanted a car. Something really sleek. Like an Amoretti. In white.”
“As if you’ll be driving in the near future,” Lola said. “You’re the second of the street lord who helped kill the Chancellor. Maybe you should talk to Vianca after Levi and beg for her protection, too.”
Jac blanched. “I hadn’t thought of that.” Enne tried to come up with something comforting, but found she had nothing to say. Lola was right. Through no fault of his own, Jac had lost his freedom, too. “So I’m a wanted man now, eh? That means I need a street name. The other seconds have street names.”
This time, Enne did laugh. Jac managed to find reasons to smile when there should have been tears.
“The other seconds are scarier than you,” Lola told him.
He raised his eyebrows incredulously. “You’rehersecond. You’re not scarier than me.”
“Yes, she is,” Enne said, popping a cookie in her mouth.
“I am,” Lola agreed. “And Enne’s scarier than Pup, too.”
Jac pondered this. “True.” Then he shot Enne a teasing smirk.
“I amnotscary,” Enne grumbled. “I’m elegant. And charming.”
“You can be all three,” he ceded, and Enne decided that was satisfactory.
