“Yeah. No shit.”
ItwasDenver and Zach. Kissing. It’d be cute if not for the fact her head had been replaced with a pig’s.
“Wynter saysit’s Dyers.”
“After that scene at Dopie’s Diner? Of course it is.” Shay grits his teeth. “What a—” He doesn’t finish the sentence.
A sharp growl echoes around the library. “Are we in damn a farmyard? What’s with the oinking?!”
“Oh, it’s Sofia,”a voice behind me declares.
The strange syntax, cut-glass accent, and now a name clue me into the fact it’s the Sofia I ate Thanksgiving dinner with.
The Sofia Maxim expects me to befriend because Dmitri is in love with her.
I’m also supposed to get friendly with him. Maxim wants to position him in the Veronians with me…
If I hadn’t already had to kill a man to get anywhere in the old boys’ club, I’d be annoyed. As it stands, I think Wynter and I will need all the support we can get.
I pop my head up to see where she is, but the library’s massive so I don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of locating her.
“Quiet, please!”a librarian insists as another voice at my back asks,“Sofia?”
“This English girl. Or maybe Russian? Her curse words are all over the place. She haunts the labs. We’re not alone, at least. She heard the oinking too.”
Taking a peek behind me, I wince when I recognize Denver and Callan from philosophy, and Wynter. Both seem to be trying to comfort Denver, but she’s either crying or on the verge so it isn’t working.
Wynter shoots me puppy-dog eyes. I get it. This is so shitty.
“What do we do?”
That’s one of the reasons I love my BFF.
Shay has so much studying to do that he barely has room to breathe, but here he is, wading into someone else’s war. A move he’ll perform repeatedly because he’s just that great a guy.
“I’m not sure,” I muse.
There’s no getting away from the fact that the Veronians are pulling the bulk of Dyers's weight here. It’s not even like we have any opportunity to talk to someone “behind the scenes.” I highly doubt Alec would?—
“Who’s Denver’s father again?”
“Huh? What?”
“Denver’s father. He’s a Veronian, remember?”
“I’ll kill him.”
When Zach Bradley practically flings himself to the floor at her side, I almost “awww.” Those two are so cute together. It sucks that Dyers thinks he can wreck them.
Denver sighs. “No, you won’t.”
“You said Uncle Declan’s team made a deal with Denver’s father, right?” I prod Shay.
“Yeah. For one of his clients.”
“Soooo, you’d be able to get his number?”
Hitching a shoulder, he snatches his phone and sends off a text. Tilting it my way once Uncle D starts typing.
