Page 104 of Relapse

Mina drops his hand like it burned her.

“They must’ve followed us from the apartment.”

“Oh, perfect,” I say, voice cracking slightly. “Love that for us. Huge night for consequences.”

People shove violently past us toward the exits while smoke, spilled drinks, and blood smear together across the concrete floor beneath flashing lights.

Oh my god.

Dagger’s going to kill me.

No.

Dagger’s going to kill everybody else first.

“Mina—”

“Parking lot. Now.”

We run.

Or at least attempt to.

The crowd’s become a stampede at this point.

Bodies crashing together beneath flashing lights while people scream and shove desperately toward exits. Somebody falls near us and immediately disappears beneath stomping feet while security finally starts screaming into radios near the front entrance.

More shots crack through the warehouse.

Way too many.

The music finally cuts off.

Which somehow makes everything feel even more terrifying.

Because now all I can hear is screaming.

And sirens somewhere far away.

The parking lot’s chaos too.

Cars peeling out. People crying and screaming.

Others too fucked up to even understand what’s happening yet.

My hands shake violently while I yank my phone out of my bag. Dagger’s absolutely going to lose his fucking mind.

I hit call anyway while Mina keeps scanning the parking lot wildly.

“Pick up,” I mutter. “Pick up pick up pick up—”

Straight to voicemail.

“What the fuck?”

Mina tries Noir next.

Nothing.