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I cock my head to the side. “Yeah, oil and water always mix really well.”
“You guys are like a spark and a powder keg,” Alek says. “Once it explodes, everyone around you should kiss their asses goodbye.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks. “What if he won’t talk to me?”
“He’d really be the idiot we think he is if that’s the case,” Taras says.
I bite down on my lower lip. “I really care about him. I mean, like him a lot. Maybe even…” A smile lifts my lips. “Love him like him?”
“Oh Christ, here we go.” Luka scrubs a hand down the front of his face. “The last one standing is about to fall herself.”
“That’s if I can even find him to tell him.” I hug my arms around myself and turn to Boris. “Do you think you can get a location on him?”
Boris nods, his blue eyes crinkling in the corners. “I think I can do that.”
“Um, excuse me.” A faint, quivering voice breaks into our banter. We all look up to see the girl who Quinn and I saved last night standing by the kitchen door. I jump up and put my arm around her shivering body.
“How did you sleep?” I ask.
“Not great,” she says, her voice thick with tears. “I was up a lot with nightmares. I guess I’m going to have to get used to that.”
“What’s your name?” I ask, smoothing her hair back.
“It’s June.” She sniffles.
“Well, June, I’m Val.” I move my hand around the table and introduce everyone else. “You must be starving. Can I get you anything to eat?”
June shakes her head and clutches her stomach. “I feel really nauseous right now. But I’d love some water.”
I run to the water cooler and hand her a full glass. “Don’t drink it too fast.”
She takes a small sip. “Look, I know I was too much of a mess last night to tell you any details about what happened to us before we were taken to the club. But I found something this morning that you need to see.” She turns her bloodshot brown eyes up at me. “I couldn’t save my friend. But maybe you guys can save everyone else.”
Chapter37
Quinn
Aswift knock jerks me from a foggy, fitful sleep. I groan, kicking at the bedsheets until they’ve unlocked my ankles. A loud ringtone blares out, making my ears ring like a fierce case of tinnitus.
“Fuck.” My mouth is as dry as the fucking desert I’m surrounded by. Boris took me to a sketchy hotel on the outside of the city last night—yeah,hewas the only one who came after me and told me to stay put until he could find a way to get me out of Vegas.
Eyes shut tight, I reach over and slap my palm against the nightstand in search of my phone. Empty beer bottles fall onto the ratty carpet. “Where is it?”
Maybe if I crack open my damn eyes, I’d have better luck finding it. But the blinding pain that has my head on the brink of explosion tells me I’m better off using my other senses to find it.
Finally, my fingers find the phone. I pick it up and roll onto my back.
Another series of knocks makes my head shudder.
My eyes open to narrow slits. I squint at my phone and stab the Accept button on the video call.
“Patty,” I grumble, swinging myself to a seated position. “Tell me everything’s still okay.”
“We’re fine. Don’t worry. But you need to get the door.”
“I don’t wanna move.”
With a knot in my gut, I fall back against pillows so void of stuffing it’s almost like my head is flat on the mattress.
