No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.
Rachel CaineHell’s put in a skating rink,” Shane said. “This is actually edible, Eve.
Rachel CaineRight. That’s the end of the line for you tonight. You’re going home, I’m seeing you safe inside, and I’m going home to hide in a closet until this blows over. I suggest you do the same.
Rachel CaineUmmm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.”
“Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.
You are the weirdest girl ever.”
“Please. You live with Eve.
I’m sorry, Eve. I love you. I’m not letting you do this.”
She screamed and battered harder. “You love me? You asshole! Let me go!
So we do nothing?” Claire asked.
“We do the best nothing you’ve ever seen.
She doesn’t usually back down that easily.”
“Maybe she’s got class.”
Eve snorted. “Trust me,” she said. “That girl’s got no class at all.
Hey,” he said softly. He moved closer to the bars, pressing his face between them. “I always said you were jailbait, but this is ridiculous.
Rachel CaineShane’s dad stopped the van,” Claire said. “He took Monica as a hostage.”
For a second, neither one of them moved, and then Eve whooped and held up her hand for a high five. Claire just stared at her, and Eve compensated by clapping both hands over her head. “Yesssss!” she said, and did a totally geeky victory dance. “Couldn’t have happened to a nicer psycho!”
“Hey!” Claire yelled, and Eve froze in midcelebration. It was stupid, but Claire was angry; she knew Eve was right, knew she had no reason at all to think Monica was ever going to be anything but a gigantic pain in the ass, but… “Shane’s dad’s going to burn her if they go through with the execution. He has a blowtorch.”
The glee dropped out of Eve’s expression. “Oh,” she said. “Well…still. Not like she didn’t ask for it. Karma’s a bitch, and so am I.
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