Ransom leaped to his feet, rounding on Theo. “Who the fuck are you?” Theo spat out a glob of blood. “Your worst nightmare.” Ransom laughed. “Okay, Drama. The theater is two streets over.” “Keep laughing, tunnel rat.” Theo pulled a switchblade from his pocket just as Ransom brought out a vial of Shade. It was like bringing a toothpick to a swordfight. “Leave him,” she said, pulling Theo away. “Let’s get out of here.”
