Panicked, I wove my way through the crowd toward the nearest hallway. There were several closed doors, but one of them was standing open, and I could see a tiled floor and a toilet. I beelined toward it, not even pausing to flick on the light. I practically dove for the toilet.
The big vampire poked his head in the room, then immediately reached for the holster on his belt. Stop! I hollered. Or I’ll stomp on her throat and she’ll die. Toss the handcuff keys to Lucy’s left hand. Slowly. God, I felt like I was writing my own bad movie dialogue.Clay looked at Lucy. I was pushing my foot down on her throat again, but she had rolled her eyes sideways so she could see him. She nodded her head, almost imperceptibly.
Digging into his pocket, Clay pulled out a tiny set of silver keys and carefully tossed them to Lucy. They hit the old floorboards, slid, and came to a stop near her left hand, just within reach.Pick them up and put them in my hand, I told her.Her brow furrowed into a horrible glare, but she did as she was told, raising her arm and leaning upward a little to reach my hand. I lifted my foot along with her body, ready to stomp it back down if she screwed me over. But Lucy pushed the keys into my palm. Her fingers were damp. I’d made Lucy Holmwood nervous. Yay me.
I kept my foot on her neck, hoping my feet were smelly. The fear and adrenaline pumping through my body were urging me to hurry hurry hurry, but I forced myself to move slowly as I unlocked one of the handcuffs, and then the other. When I finally had my hands free, I dropped down and snatched up the knife Lucy had dropped. With my left hand, I held it to Lucy’s throat as I pulled back my leg, which had begun to ache with tension. I was still practically on top of her, and I had the bizarre thought that it probably looked like we were playing Twister. Hopefully I was winning.Clay, I’m gonna need that knife belt now, I said, sparing a quick glance at him. Kick it over. Grimacing, he kicked the belt, which slid over and came to rest against Lucy’s leg. Keeping the blade near her neck with one hand, I reached for the belt with the other, fumbling the buckle closed. Then I looped it over my right shoulder, removing one more knife.
Stand up very slowly, I told Lucy. I’ll take a step back to give you room, but you should know that I can throw these things as well as I can hold them.
I backed up a tiny step, but I wasn’t even watching Lucy: I was watching Clay. Sure enough, when he thought I was distracted with Lucy’s movement, his hand shot toward his holster.Well... Cole said, looking at the sad camp set up around us. Y’all tried.
I’m just wondering... Lucy stepped out in front of us, her braided blond hair swinging over her shoulder. She was wearing an oversized 49ers sweatshirt and black leggings that were shredded at the knees. What are you guys doing here? When did you leave East River?Oh, damn—of course they wouldn’t know. They couldn’t have found out. I glanced over to Liam, but he was looking down at where Zu clung to his hand.
Save story time for later, Cole said. Pack up whatever you guys want to bring with you.Wait, what? Liam said. Hold on—they don’t even know what they’re getting into.