Firestarter:
Where are you?
Me:
Vivienne Blackwater’s.
Firestarter:
As in her place?
Holy shit.
This is a plot twist.
You swapping sides, Cade?
I took a deep breath as I entered Vivienne’s
Me:
Stop being a prick and get Bas to call Hendrix.
Firestarter:
Impossible, I was born a prick.
Me:
Tell him time’s up.
Firestarter:
FUCK YES!
LETS GO BOY!
V:
It’s unlocked
Vivienne’s text came through just as I got to the top floor. Without knocking I opened her door, finding her seated in an armchair with her legs crossed in nothing but dark-purple lingerie and a pair of heels.
“You came,” she said with a slow grin.
“Your mother didn’t give me much choice,” I replied dryly.
Vivienne chuckled, the sound like nails on a chalkboard. “So, what do you think?”
Standing slowly, she gave a little turn, her long nails tugging at the suspender belt. Her face was too made up, the makeup around her eyes making them appear smaller while her lips were painted a bright red.
“You try too hard.”
Her smile strained a fraction, but then she was crossing the room, reaching forward as if to touch me before I grabbed her wrist.
“I’m your gift. Happy birthday,” she all but purred, and I twisted her wrist painfully.
“Touch me again, and I’ll break it,” I said with an acerbic edge, releasing her. Up close I could tell she was high, her pupils swelling and her movements exaggerated.