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“What the hell?” I manage to say.
“Whoareyou?” Evan asks.
“What?” Now I’m very confused. Do I look different?
“You don’t look different,” Dante says. “Should you?”
Oh, apparently I said that out loud. I’m fucked up.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask as I squirm to break free, but all I do is fall onto my side.
Evan straightens me back to a sitting position. “Who are you?”
“Tessa?”
“I looked into you,” Evan growls. “You don’t exist. Tessa Maat is dead.”
“You used the wrong name.”
“What?” Kurtis blurts in surprise.
“I have had a few names in my life—most illegally acquired,” I answer like that’s a normal thing.
“Why?” Kurtis leans down to get in my face. “Who are you?”
“I had to get away from my past a few times.” I furrow my brows. “Wait, why were you looking intomypast?”
“Because you’re fucking dangerous,” Evan snarls as if he’s about to attack me. “Besides, the only connection to your past, Carmen, had her shop broken into, and she’s missing.”
“That isn’t my fault.” I wince, caught in a lie. “Well, the broken window is, but it’s because I was worried.”
“Then you installed listening devices in our rooms,” Dante says, his voice devoid of emotion.
Crap. They caught me. “Um…”
“Why did you do it?” Dante presses.
“How do you knowIdid that?” I counter.
“Kurtis’s car has a tracker. We know you went to The Spy Guys and Carmen’s today.”
“Oh.” I tilt my head back, wanting to give up. The drugs are pulling my emotions and thoughts forward, and I don’t like what it stirs up—hopelessness. I didn’t even get to find out what I needed to know.
Evan snaps his fingers in my face to regain my attention. “Why are you spying on us?”
“I need to know where your loyalties lie.”
“Were you doing this for Karma?” Dante asks, his voice gaining an edge.
I shake my head and instantly regret the swishing motion. I’m ready to vomit.
“I told you we couldn’t trust her,” Kurtis says with pure disgust.
“Me?” I laugh. “What kind of game are you playing? I know I’m all drugged up, but you aren’t making any sense.”
“Do you work for Karma?” Evan asks.
“Duh, we all do,” I slur.
