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Tremaine, for his part, didn’t look nervous at all. He’d come to this fight dressed for a night on the town, clearly believing Jono was an easy mark when the only person Jono was easy for was Patrick.
As much as Patrick would give anything to not be part of this coup, he had promises to keep, places to be, vampires to kill.
His concern had nothing to do with the soulbond and everything to do with the fact that Jono was becoming important to him. Jono was a risk and a weakness in a way Patrick couldn’t bring himself to let go of.
“I don’t know if you’ve seen the odds but—” Patrick broke off with a grunt as Sage shoved him onto the first car of the subway train. “Rude. I was having a conversation.” “And now we are having a coup,” Sage responded calmly as she settled into a subway seat.
From above, Wade shouted, “I thought you said don’t bring down the building? Is this some do as I say, not as I do bullshit?” “Shut up and run!” Patrick yelled. Fucking teenagers.
“Meeting won’t start without us. You could’ve gone inside,” Patrick retorted. “The door is locked.” “Should’ve knocked.” “We did,” Estelle replied testily. “Should’ve knocked louder.”
“I know your master likes his games, but Wade is gonna chew off his arm if we don’t feed him soon. Can we get this over with?” “I’ll chew off your arm,” Wade muttered.
“Your car hasn’t been fixed,” Hermes said from where he sat on the hood. “I’ll fix your face with my fist if you come closer,” Patrick said, scowling at him. “Get off my car.”
“I’m hungry,” Wade whined as he rifled through three stolen wallets. “Can we eat?” Patrick snatched the wallets out of his hands, checking the identification inside. Each license matched the face of a werewolf Estelle had brought with her. “Goddamn it. I can’t take you anywhere.” Wade held up a wad of cash. “Lunch is on me.”
