Page 14 of Hell Hath No Fury

“What’s the password?” she whisper-shouts back.

I frown, this time slapping the door with my palm as I sputter, “What fucking password?”

She laughs, the locking mechanism disengaging as the door opens outward. She’s standing there, grinning at me. “Just fucking with you.”

I sigh deeply, shaking my head as I climb up in the back of the van and close the doors behind me. “How can you joke at a time like this?”

She quirks a brow at me as she backs up to where she’d been sitting and sits in front of the monitors. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes, I’m being fucking serious.”

She tsks and then rolls her eyes obnoxiously but says nothing. I wait for a moment. Eventually, she turns back to me and asks, “What?”

“Goddamn it, Lilith. Can’t you ever be fucking serious?”

This time, her smile is humorless, and she responds, “I’m always serious, Antonio. Which means I have to use the odd joke to lighten the mood.”

It’s not like this is a real surprise or anything, knowing this group of people as well as I do. And even from what I don’t know personally, word on the street is they’re a bunch of insufferable little shitheads, something I’m learning firsthand to be absolutely true.

I sit heavily in the chair beside her, turning my attention to the monitors where we can see the girls still hanging around. Antoinette no longer has that odd, haunted look on her face, but she doesn’t seem to be having as good of a time as she was previously.

We continue to watch them in silence, and after a while, they start heading toward the exit. Agatha says her goodbyes and then walks off, leaving Camilla with Antoinette. We look on, a bit perplexed, waiting to see what Camilla is going to do next. We’re both startled by a loud rapping on the door, and this time, I slide over, listening intently.

“It’s Aggie.”

I lean in a little closer and say, “What’s the password?”

“The password is go fuck yourself,” she replies impatiently.

I unlock the door and push it open, glaring at her. “You’re just as bad as your mother.”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” Lilith sputters from behind me.

I turn and look at her over my shoulder, shaking my head as I ask, “Don’t call you what you are?”

Agatha laughs and climbs into the back of the van. I pull the doors closed and relock them. Agatha takes the seat I just vacated, and Lilith asks, “What’s Camilla doing?”

Agatha’s smile is beaming as she responds, “She’s giving her a ride home.”

Lilith frowns. “Well, that seems a little peculiar.”

“It is, but Cami doesn’t give a fuck.”

“But it quite obviously could be a trap,” I interject. “Are the guys going to follow to check for a possible tail?”

Agatha nods. “She’ll try to get in at least to use the restroom, so she snagged a couple of bugs, hoping she could find an inconspicuous place for them that will also be useful.”

“I think Matt told her to try to plug into the alarm system,” I respond with a tired sigh, lack of sleep suddenly catching up with me.

Agatha sighs, a weird expression falling over her features, and Lilith places her hand on her forearm as she asks, “What is it?”

“I don’t like Camilla going in there by herself.”

“Have you met Camilla?” Lilith retorts with a laugh.

Agatha smiles and nods. “Yeah, I know. If anyone can hold their own, it’s going to be the Chameleon.”

They fall silent for a moment so I add, “And don’t forget Kaian will be pretty close behind her.”

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