Page 31 of Princess of Hell

Ten

Silver

As we entered the small, sleepy town, the sun started to dip lower, painting the sky in shades of orange and blood red.

My phone rang. Jacks face popped up on the screen.

“Hey, how about we stop at a diner, have a bite, and then keep going?”

“Lead the way.”

The diner looked so cliché as if time had stopped and we landed somewhere in the 1950s. A large waitress with platinum-blonde curls showed up next to our booth.

“Hello. Welcome to Sid’s Diner. What can I bring ya’ll?”

The guys ordered burgers and fries. I did the same but also ordered pie. It smelled so delicious. I love sweets.

As I sat in the corner of the booth, I made sure not to touch Drae or look at Jacks.

After the waitress left, River took a sip of coffee.

“Not your type?” Jacks asked his brother, who pushed back his blonde hair.

“You know I don’t discriminate. I’ll be right back.” He stood. I assumed he needed to get to the restroom.

Minutes passed and the food was served. I sat with the back toward the direction River left.

“River picked something up,” Jacks muttered and took another French Fry.

“Here? How?”

“Turn your head, slowly.”

I did. Jacks was right. River sat next to an attractive blonde who wore a pink uniform. As I looked closer, I saw she wore a waitress uniform. She had coffee and a slice of pie.

“He has good taste.”

“Yeah. So long as it’s female and walks, he’s game.” Drae took another bite from his burger.

The doorbell sounded and the blonde left. River walked back to our table with a smug smile.

“Don’t tell me,” Jacks said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “You got her number.”

“Better. I have information about the asylum. I told her my sister is obsessed with those spots and she, Nina, told me everything I had to know. That includes creepy stories about a new patient who allegedly killed seven people in two months and kept saying that she could see Demons. Could he be your guy?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

We ate in silence. I avoided River’s questioning looks and Jacks sad glare. At least there was pie.

A girl can focus on pie.

“River, since you have the info, would you go into the asylum with me? It doesn’t make sense for all of us to go in.”

“Yeah, sure. The guys can wait outside in the getaway car.”

Jacks shrugged. “I don’t feel comfortable knowing that just the two of you are in the asylum alone.”

“If they keep us as inmates, you’ll have to free us.” River threw a pack of sugar at Jacks, who lifted his arm and caught it in mid-air.

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