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“I didn’t spike anything!” The server scrubbed at his face with both hands, red-eyed and loud.
“That cocktail needed powdered sugar. That’s what I added. You saw wrong.”
“Liar. Sherry cobbler uses fresh fruit, not powdered sugar.”
The server glanced at Vic.
“Boss told us to do it. Powdered sugar is cheaper than muddling fruit.”
Vic glared at him, but said nothing.
The server yelled, “You’re framing me! And that guy beat me up! I’m the victim here!”
His voice shot up with every sentence, echoing off the plaster walls.
Chairs creaked.
Someone coughed.
The manager tried to step in again, muttering vague crap about peace and understanding.
Cade rolled his eyes.
I said nothing for a while.
There was no footage from the storeroom.
The drinks were gone, soaked into the floor, 1
The only thing we had was Cade’s word, and no one else saw it happen.
With the cops pushing for a settlement and no proof to back us up, I gave in.
There wasn’t anything left to fight with.
By the time we walked out, it was nearly eleven.
Everyone looked wrung out.
We’d barely stepped into the lobby when the doors shoved open.
Yvaine stormed in, hair tangled, coat thrown over a satin pajama set covered in moons and stars.
“What the hell happened? Why are you at a police station?”
“How’d you know I was here?” I went up to her.
“Cade messaged me. You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
She turned to Cade.
“You?”
“I’m okay. I’ve got it handled. You didn’t need to come.”
“Yeah, I did. I was worried.”
“What are you all doing here?” a man’s voice asked.
We turned.
Cassian Langford stepped out of an interview roon, black suit pressed, long coat slung over one arm.
He looked at me as he spoke, but his eyes slid over to Yvaine, then paused on Cade, who stood close beside her.
He frowned.
Cade leaned against Yvaine, draping himself across her shoulder with a limp groan.
“Yvie,” he muttered, drawing out the vowel, “I’m hurting so bad.”
Cassian glared.
I turned away, suppressing a smile.
“What are you doing here?” I threw his question back at him.
“Car accident,” Cassian answered, distracted.
His eyes never left Yvaine, who was busy checking Cade for injuries.
Cade pointed at his cheek.
“Here. Got hit trying to break up the fight.”
Yvaine touched his face carefully, her fingertips grazing the spot.
“Right there?”
“Yeah.” He winced.
“Pretty sure I took a punch. Might’ve been more than one.”
He glanced at Cassian. His voice dropped again.” think I’ve got a headache now. What if it’s a concussion?”
“We’re going to the hospital,” Yvaine said quickly.
“Everything settled here? Can we go?”
“Yeah,” Cade answered.
“We’re done.”
“Good. I’ve got the car out front.” Then she turned to me.
“Elean, you’re coming too.”
I shook my head.
“I’m fine. Not a scratch. Just take him. He was the one who got hit. Besides, I’ve got to take Priya home.”
Yvaine nodded.
“Talk to you tomorrow.”
She wrapped her arm around Cade’s waist and helped him limp out.
Halfway to the door, Cade twisted around and shot Cassian a triumphant grin.
Cassian’s jaw flexed.
He yanked at his tie hard enough to jerk his collar “I ordered an Uber,” I told Priya.
“Should be here in five minutes.”
She nodded.
Already an introvert, the experience tonight probably hadn’t encouraged her to frequent bars more often.
“That white-haired twink’s her boyfriend?” Cassian demanded.
I snorted.
“Why do you care?”
Cassian’s lips pressed together.
His fingers clenched around the coat in his hand until the fabric warped.
“Her taste’s gone to shit,” he muttered.
“That kid looks like he still gets carded.”
“He’s better-looking than you. And younger. And definitely has more hair.”
I walked out with Prescott and Priya.
Cassian followed.
He caught up to us on the steps.
“I’ll drive you.”
I didn’t stop.
“No.”
“It’s not a big deal. You’re not getting a cab here at this hour.”
A car pulled up next to us.
I checked the number, opened the back door, waved Priya in, then turned to Prescott.
“Get in.”
A horn blared behind us.
I glanced back.
A black Maybach had just turned onto this street Sebastian climbed out, slammed the door, and strode towards me.
I looked at Prescott.