“I know how to avoid them. I’ll go straight to the police and ask for the detective’s sister.”
“I don’t like it,” Haley said. “What if they catch you? They’ll kill you. And they won’t do it quickly.”
Reva shrugged. “They think I’m a useless kid—not even worth experimenting on. They only reason I’m still alive in here is they’ve already forgotten about me.”
“The so-called useless kid has a very useful point,” I said.
“Trust me,” she said. “They won’t even notice I’m gone.”
“You seem pretty sure about that,” Haley said.
“I know how to disappear.” She shrugged with all the cool confidence of a teenager who’d just gotten away with shoplifting. “I’ve been doing it my whole life.”
Haley blew out a breath, her shoulders slumping. I knew how much she hated the idea—I wasn’t too keen on sending Reva out alone, either. But Reva was right—she was small, the only one of us who could slip away undetected and fit through that shaft.
I put a hand on Haley’s shoulder. “Hay, we—”
The crack of Dirty Beard’s baton shut us up again. McKenna had finally gone silent.
“No more,” the bastard snapped. “You all know what’s expected of you. We’ll be back at oh-six-hundred to start the transport. Any more outbursts, and you’ll all be given electroshock treatment.”
He shuffled out, the fae turning as one single unit to follow him down the corridor.
“Electroshock treatments?” Haley’s eyes blazed. “Fuck this.” She turned to Reva. “Okay, Reva. I’m in.”
Reva gave me a high-five.
“So now we just need a way to get her out out of this cell,” Haley said. “We need some kind of—”
“Disturbance? Did somebody call for a disturbance?” I flashed them a big-ass grin.
“What’s that look?” Haley asked, swirling her finger in front of my face. “I already don’t like that look.”
“You aren’t supposed to like it.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking,” I said, walking to the front of the chamber and peering out through the bars, “it’s time to show these fae-fucking, limp-dick hunters where the big, bad incubus has been hiding.”
Eighteen
Gray
Haley Barnes?
I wasn’t even sure I’d heard Deirdre correctly, but the time for questions had passed. We were back in front of Inferno, too close to Sebastian’s many spies to continue this conversation so candidly.
“So, that’s Las Vegas,” Deirdre said loudly, presumably for any of Sebastian’s guards in the vicinity. “I’m so glad I got the chance to show you around. I’ll take you back inside now.”
She grabbed my elbow, steering me toward a service entrance near the back.
“But, what about—”
“There’s no time, Gray,” she muttered quickly. “Ronan’s going to meet us any minute. He asked me to take you to see Darius first.”
“Darius?” The idea of finally seeing my vampire and reuniting with Ronan was enough to settle my nerves and hit the pause button on my many questions. “Where is he? Is he okay?”
“He’s… stable. The blood overdose is still working its way out of his system, and he—”
