Page 102 of Hell Breaks Loose

“Hers, actually.”

“I need to go undercover,” I announce suddenly.

“The hell you do. This place is locked down tight. Trying to figure out a way to get out, just the two of us, for a little recon on the old place. Look, I gotta go. I’ll be in touch.”

The line clicks off, and all I can think about is Hellena. And Gavin. Without me.

Huge surprise.

“Well, that was…” Ora shakes her head.

“Informative.” Alaya sniffs.

“A goddamn waste of time.”

“Hey, our joint venture against the Ghosts has been pretty helpful so far. Way fewer losses for our scouts. We’ve destroyed a shit ton of that Devo shit,” I argue, taking a lap around the room. This whole camp feels way too small.

“Be that as it may, we still don’t have a plan if Marco shows up! Or what his plan is.”

“He’s already here, actually,” a velvety soft voice hums.

“The fuck?!” Ora squeals, flying off her chair. “Dammit Senegal!”

“Fucking ninja,” I mumble, flapping out my hands to get rid of the shock tingles.

“Fucking hot, is what it is.” Alaya inhales, leaning back in her seat and ogling the man leaning against the wall.

Seriously. I need to learn how he does that.

Did he morph through the wall?

Not to mention the fact that he said words.

The only words I’ve heard him say since he came with us to spy on us for Hellena or Marco or whatever.

“What do you mean, he’s already here?” I ask.

Sing tilts both palms out as if to say, “That’s what I said.”

“And you know this how?” Ora circles the table.

Flat stare.

All three of us stare right back until he pulls out his phone, frowning like we’re the idiots.

And they call me a smartass.

“Remind me to get the number to that thing.” Ora wags her eyebrows, giving him a blatant ‘DTF’ look.

Then she’s right back at the whole tiny-tyrant thing.

“Great. So Don Dong is back in town. I take it Hellena and Gavin don’t know about it yet?”

Sing shakes his head.

“Which means your guys at the mansion don’t either.”

No response.

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