Guy bit his lip so hard blood welled up, a thin red line trickling down his chin. He wiped it with the back of his hand, smearing it across his knuckles, then shoved up from the chair. The legs scraped loud against the floor. He stormed to the door, yanked it open, and slammed it behind him hard enough to rattle the glass.
Silence.
Then, a faint laugh from my left.
Anottа.
It started quiet, almost polite, shoulders shaking. Then it grew, rolling out of her like a wave, louder, sharper, echoing off the darkened windows. The bodyguards behind her exchanged a glance, eyes wide, sweat beading on their foreheads. They shifted, uneasy, hands twitching at their sides.
She turned to me, still laughing, and lunged forward. Her hands clamped my cheeks, fingers digging in, squeezing hard. Her eyes were huge, manic, sparkling with something unhinged.
"I hit the jackpot, huh?" she said, voice trembling with glee, chuckling between words.
"H-huh?"
