Page 125 of Misted

“That’s not an answer, Crow-Man,” Scar snaps with an almost comical expression. She’s funny when angry and confused.

Ink leans over to whisper in her ear – loud enough for all of us hear, “They’re weirdoes, Scar. How about we ignore them and destroy the world? Call?”

“Call!” She jumps, expression brightening.

“You’re such a traitorous little bugger, Scar,” I mumble still holding Mist possessively to my side.

“No hard feelings, Hawky.” She glances back at Ink. “Oooh, by the way, are you still on Omega?”

He brushes a hand over his man bun as if in deep thoughts. “Do you ever levitate, Scar?”

“I meditate.”

“It’s not the same. Levitating is when you’re floating off the ground and into the air.”

“Sounds fun!”

“It isn’t when you walk in the streets and see everyone levitating naked.” He retrieves a joint and rolls it between both hands. “Omega’s withdrawal is a nasty business like that.”

Scar lifts a shoulder as if she couldn’t care less. “You gonna do a cover-up tattoo for me?”

“On that porcelain skin? Call.” He grins and motions at his three minions who nod and scatter in the bushes.

As long as he’s here, his little band of psychos will never leave.

“But first.” He faces Mist with a suggestive look. “I’m here for business, Misty.”

“Stop calling her that,” I grit out.

“What?” He feigns innocence. “Misty?”

I begin to remove Hellion so I can fuck up his pretty-boy features, but she tightens her hold around my arm and stops me with a pleading glance.

She knows I would do anything if she looks at me like that.

With one last nod at me, she tells Ink, “Let’s talk in private.”

“Fuck no,” I growl the words. “There will be no private time with this fucker.”

“Hawk, mate.” Ink wipes the corner of his bloodied mouth with the tip of his thumb and stuffs the joint between his lips. “If you keep her away from her friends, it’s called a toxic relationship.”

“Hawk, please.” Mist clutches my arm harder with pure desperation in her hazel gaze. “I’ll tell you everything.”

I stare at her, dumbfounded. There’s more to tell? She has secrets with Ink?

“Wait. You didn’t tell him about the stalker?” Ink quips.

My jaw clenches. He knew all along while I didn’t. One more reason to butcher him and throw him to the sharks.

Mist must feel my rigidness since she says, “Shut up, Ink.”

“No, go on!” Scar holds on to his arm and stares at him with big, starry, and mischievous eyes. “Tell us more, Inky.”

“Hmmm,” he gazes at the distance. “I suppose she didn’t tell you she made a deal with Hades to have me out?”

“Ink!” Mist shouts.

“Oh, and I just found out she offered herself on my behalf.” He places a hand on his heart. “I’m so touched, Misty.”