“Of course there is,” the first snapped.“Spit it out.”
“And,” the second said, slower now, like he didn’t want to say the words out loud, “we took the wrong chick.”
The air left my lungs.I stared at the ceiling, my vision blurring at the edges.
“She’s the bitch from the bar,” the first voice said dismissively.
“No,” the third voice snapped.“She’s fucking not.”
Silence stretched tight.
“She’s a daughter of one of them,” the third continued.“A member.”
My stomach dropped.
“Son of a bitch,” the first voice breathed.
“Who the fuck cares?”the second voice burst out.“The Fallen Lords took out Timmy.They’re going to pay for it.”
Timmy.
I filed the name away immediately.
“Once Yogi finds out about Timmy,” the second went on, “he’s going to be on our side.”
“Yeah,” the third voice said, not convinced.“But I don’t know how he’s going to feel about us not going to him before grabbing that chick.”
The wordchickmade my skin crawl.
There was a rustling sound.Footsteps.Someone pacing.“What the hell are we going to do about her?”the first voice asked.
My breath caught.
The pause this time was longer.
“He said give him a day,” the second voice finally said.“Let’s talk to Yogi and see what he has to say.”
“And if he says dump her?”the first pressed.
No one answered right away.
Then, quietly, the third voice said, “Then we’ll deal with it.”
Footsteps moved away.
Voices faded, swallowed by distance and the chirping birds.
I lay there, frozen, my heart hammering so hard it felt like it might break something inside my chest.
I’d been right.They wanted Star but had taken me by mistake.
The realization settled over me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a shaky breath.
How?
How did you mistake me for Star?