Page 15 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
My brow arched. “Georgia Pyne?”
Was that supposed to mean something to me? Were we talking about trees for some unknown reason? When it came to Ravi, one could never be too sure. Last week, he spent an hour going on about the artificial flavor in lollipops. Why? I had no fucking idea.
“Yup,” he nodded, giving me absolutely nothing to go on.
“Why do I care about trees in Georgia?”
Ravi shook his head. “Not pine, P-I-N-E. Pyne, P-Y-N-E.”
Yeah, I was completely lost. I scrubbed a hand down my face and gave a frustrated, “What?”
“That’s her name,” Ravi explained.
I looked at the door where I could hear whistles and catcalls echoing down the hall as my evicted guest did her walk of shame. “Why the fuck do I want to know what her name is? I’m not going to fuck her again.”
And even if I did, I wouldn’t care what her name was.
“Not her,” Ravi said. “The chick who interrupted us last night.”
Oh, that smug bitch.
My hands balled as her sweet voice rang through my head.
‘Bye-bye, now.’
Let’s see how sweetly she smiled when I got my hands on her. And I wasn’t the only one she needed to be worried about. Slater wanted to kill her, meaning so did Ravi. We all had each other’sbacks, but the Pierce twins were inseparable, joined at the hip. There was no wrath like the rain of fire they poured down.
“Georgia Pyne, huh?” Her name slipped from my lips like a whispered spell.
Ravi nodded. “That’s right, Georgia Pyne.”
Georgia Pyne, with a voice as sweet as a peach. I bet she tasted like one too, with her big, bright eyes and golden, blonde hair. A girl like that didn’t know the meaning of the word sour, but I was more than willing to teach her.
“You get anything besides her name?”
“Please,” Ravi scoffed, insulted. “You think I stopped at her name?”
There was a reason I sent him on an information run. We weren’t like other people. When I said I was faster than everyone, I meant it. It wasn’t a supernatural or magical thing where I could run around the world in a minute. But I could hit someone, and they would feel it without ever seeing my arm swing.
Everyone in The Society had something similar. They all called it something different. My father referred to us as enhanced, whereas Levi’s dad said we were at the peak of human performance. All I knew was that we were better than everyone else.
Ravi was so agile that he could snatch a fly out of the air. His brother Slater had a similar build to a swimmer, but could bench press close to a ton, and Levi could convince a starving man to hand over his only food with a smile.
Ravi’s agility made him the perfect candidate to break into places without being seen. Thieves around the world would kill for his ability to pick a lock with nothing but a bobby pin.
“Well,” I said. “What did you find out?”
To truly destroy someone, one had to understand them.
“I found the regular stuff. Georgia’s nineteen, from a small town I’ve never heard of, or care about. Her mother works at a diner. As far as I can tell, she has no other family. There’s no father listed on her birth certificate, and her grandparents are dead. She doesn’t have any social media presence or anything like that. Her major is in geology, she’s here on a scholarship, and…” Ravi held up a piece of paper. “I got her schedule.”
That was it? Don’t get me wrong, there was a lot there, but it was all mundane crap that I could find with a quick search. “Did you find anything useful?”
Did she have a dark secret? Did her mother owe money? Was there a mysterious death in her past? Something that we could hang over her head.
“Well…”
Ravi got this look on his face when something was up. The corner of his mouth dipped down a touch while his head tipped to the right. It wasn’t a worry or nervous thing, more like unease. And that was the look he was giving me right now.
