Salome’s POV
“I’ll get her a ride home right now,” Benedict said, reaching for his phone.
“It isn’t safe. She’s barely awake.” I kept my voice low. “Better to get her a room here at the hotel.”
Jeremiah looked at me for a long moment. “How kind of you,” he said finally, slow and heavy. “You really want her taken care of, don’t you?”
I couldn’t tell if he meant it or was mocking me. He didn’t smile either way. Even if he was being a jerk, the idea made sense — Rita off the streets, out of trouble.
“Fine,” he said, waving a hand. “You deal with it.”
“Me?”
“Your idea. You stay with her, make sure she gets inside. I’m not playing nurse tonight.”
“Actually — a cab’s probably fine—”
Too late. Benedict had my arm and was steering me toward Jeremiah’s car before I could argue, opening th
