Page 82 of Under a Wicked Moon
There must be a plan in place he didn’t know about.
Fine. He’d go with it.
“Guess we should start packing a vial of amnesia serum with usfrom now on,” Flynn muttered. He must’ve seen the signal, too.
“As if I want to get accidentally injected by your inept ass?” Ky tossed back, forcing it to get confrontational. “If we bring it, you’re not allowed to carry it. You’ll probably drop it.”
“It’d solve all your problems right now, wouldn’t it, if you got injected?” Flynn unwrapped a new sucker and popped it into his mouth. “Besides, I’m not the one who drops things. You were the idiot who dropped the stone while trying to control that spirit. Before it possessed you.”
“In case you forgot, it shot thorns from his hands, and two went straight into my arms. Those fuckers hurt.” Ky darted a glance in the direction of the invisible Vivi, wondering what she and Nova thought of this. “Piss off.”
“No, you piss off. You don’t get to throw accusations. You’re no better than me when it comes to dropping shit.”
“Maybe we do this your way, then? She looks like your type.”
“Her piercings are phenomenal.” Flynn’s own face was littered with metal. “Says she’s a top-class lady with style.” Flynn winked in an over-the-top manner at the witch and flashed her his charming grin.
The witch’s eyes went wide as she took a step back.
Ky said, “Can’t keep your pants zipped. That’s your problem. It’s why we have to leave you in the car most of the time. One pretty girl and you lose your mind. Remember last year, when you missed the signal because you were getting blown?”
“She was gorgeous, and I got tired of waiting. I’d been in that storage closet getting high on bleach fumes for sixteen hours straight. At least I’m not off trying to romance my way out of…” Flynn’s lips thinned as he added, “things.”
Yeah, that was almost an oops with Vivi’s memory. But the implication that what he’d shared with her was anything less than extraordinary sparked genuine rage, not this ridiculous ribbing the two of them excelled at to stall. His voice lowered anoctave. “Whatexactlydo you mean by that?”
“Ky…” Roman warned. “Take it down a notch.”
“No.” He shrugged off Roman’s hand. “I want to know what the fuck he meant by that.”
Flynn rolled his sucker back and forth a few times. “If whatever happened meant anything, then you wouldn’t be able to blow it off like it was one of your once-a-decade one-night girls.”
“Shut your mouth. Now.” Ky stalked to Flynn. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Roman uttered a curse and held up a finger at the witch. “We’ll get back to you. This is about to get messy.”
Flynn didn’t back down. “You’re being a dumbass if you can’t see it. Maybe the spell you buy out of desperation will cause your dick to rot off. But that’d be good, wouldn’t it? Another solution to all your problems. She wouldn’t want your rotten dick.”
Ky picked up a commotion from the area where Nova and Vivi were supposed to be. There was the whisper of Nova saying, “Stay here…I mean it.” Then Vivi’s voice, “He’s talking about me, isn’t he?”
The witch moved to leave, but Roman stalked toward the curtained doorway to the back room to block her.
Ky punched at Flynn, who dodged and leveled a solid hit to Ky’s gut. Ky swiped at Flynn’s legs. He missed. Flynn jumped backward and threw a cut into Ky’s back that released a spike of pain.
Flynn said, “You’re out of practice like an undercooked tater tot. All soggy. Keep going and you’ll find out what humiliation feels like. What would she think of that?”
Ky growled and lunged. Flynn caught him head-on. The two of them landed hard against the cash register counter.
“Knock it off!” Roman thundered.
Ky pushed Flynn off him. “If you hadn’t missed the signal, Shane might still be with us.”
Shane. Shit. Shouldn’t have mentioned him. That accusation wasn’t true. Shane getting possessed was a complicated story, but it hadn’t been Flynn’s fault.
“How dare you? How fucking dare you?” Flynn roared and ran at him. They impacted against a cabinet, knocking it sideways. In a deafening crash, porcelain shattered. A solid right hook connected with Ky’s face.
He kneed Flynn, catching him between the legs. Flynn grunted but swung at him again. Instead of making contact, Roman lifted him upward and tossed him away.
“Enough,” Roman growled. “Both of you.”
