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Lying there in that Hellion street, I had a strange sensation, like some primal and essential thing inside me youg insidhad cracked and everything I ever was or ever might have been—my name, my hopes, Alice, my whole ridiculous life—was turning black and falling apart like rotten fruit. When it was done there was nothing left inside me but the numb hopelessness of a corpse. Not much to build a new life on but it was all I had when I realized the Hellions weren’t going to murder me right away. Maybe that’s why killing is so easy for me and why I’ve been hiding with a dead man in one room over a store since I crawled back here. There’s not enough of me left to do anything else.
I drop the rest of my cigarette into Sola’s coffee cup.
“I don’t like being manipulated. You fucked this thing up. You fix it.”
I get up and walk out.
I CROSS TO the other side of the street, where it’s darker and I can keep the sun out of my eyes. Candy just about catches up with me halfway down the block.
“Wait up, will you,” she says.
I keep walking.
She catches up and walks beside me.
“I sent Vidocq to the clinic and told him to take Allegra to breakfast. Want to have breakfast with me?”
“This is why Vidocq bought you, isn’t it. I’m the asshole who walks out and you’re the angel who’s supposed to bring me back in.”
“Of course. Is it working?”
“Not that I’ve noticed.”
She gets in front of me at the corner.
“Come on. Just have breakfast with me. We don’t have to talk about any of this.”
“No thanks.”
“Why do you have to make everything so hard? Let’s do something. Just us. We kissed that night at Avila and the timing has been so fucked between us trying to get to know each other ever since. But we’re here now and I don’t have to save Doc and you don’t have to save the world. Can we just try to be like normal people for an hour?”
“I thought not being normal people was why we got along. Monster solidarity.”
She puts a hand on my chest.
“Then we can pretend. A couple of wolves eating blueberry waffles among the sheep.”
“Keep your waffles. I need grease to kill this hangover. Lots of bacon or ham. Maybe a chickaybe a en-fried steak.”
“Anything you want.”
I take a step back from her.
“Let’s get one thing straight. You never play games like this or lie to me again. About anything.”
She nods.
“I promise.”
“Okay.”
She loops her arm in mine and pulls me down the street.
“Roscoe’s on Gower, then. They have fried chicken and waffles.”
Candy is a little shorter than me. I look down at her smiling in those stupid sunglasses. Sometimes just seeing a woman smile is like a knife in the heart. It hurts and it rattles your whole system, but against all your instincts you swallow the pain and keep looking. After a while you realize it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.
“Okay. Roscoe’s.”
