“She famous or something?” “Or something,” I muttered. “I’m headed to Psychos, in Saint View, please. Feel free to drop him anywhere but.” Scythe laughed, and my body did that hot flush thing it had done last night. I ignored it. “She jokes. She’s not funny, but we let her think she is.” Scythe elbowed the guy, his eyes darkening. “So laugh.”
