Page 128 of Depraved

“Okay, fine.” I shot my arms up in the air. “Onyx wanted to go back to NYC, and Granite said no.”

“Why?”

“Something about it being a setup, and that the Pythons are expecting them to go back.”

Neon nodded. “Makes sense.”

“Anyway, so, Granite stomped off, and then Ink said he agreed with Granite.” I eyed Neon with caution. “And then Onyx kinda said some things.”

Her eye narrowed. “What things?”

“Things about Ink not wanting to go because he doesn’t want to leave your side.”

Neon chuckled, her mouth curved at the sides. “I bet Onyx didn’t put it that nicely.”

I pulled my lips in a thin line, shaking my head.

“Let me guess,” she cleared her throat, “Ink tried to rip Onyx’s face off?”

“Yup.”

“Fucker is as smart as a loaf of bread, I swear to God.”

“He’s in love with you. You know that, right?”

Neon snorted. “He’s too in love with himself to love someone else.”

“I’m serious, Neon.”

“So am I. Ink is a manwhore who can’t handle the fact that I have no desire to let him fuck me. It’s driving him mental.”

Even with her bruised face and half-swollen eye, I managed to catch a glimpse of something that seemed a lot like disappointment while she said those words. Like a part of her might have wanted to believe what she said wasn’t true. I was pretty sure if it was me, Neon would have pushed and pushed until I’d admitted it. But I decided to let it go and changed the subject.

“There’s another woman down here with us.”

“Really?” Her brow lifted. “Who?”

“Um…” I couldn’t quite remember her name. “Terri? Tami⁠—”

“Tanit?”

“Yes! That’s what the guy with the scar called her.”

“Manic?”

“No. Tanit.”

“No. I mean, the guy with the scar. His name is Manic.”

I placed my palm on my forehead. “I’m never going to remember everyone’s names around here.”

“What is Tanit doing here?”

I shrugged. “I have no clue. But her face is pretty beaten up, so my guess is she had a run-in with the bad guys too.”

“Not surprising,” Neon scoffed.

“Why? You don’t like her?”