CHAPTER 30
“PERSEPHONE’S AT YOUR mother’s?” Kat asked.
I nodded, and she leaned forward to tap the cab driver on the shoulder.
“Could you take us to the nearest hotel instead?”
“Ignore that,” I told him. “Kat, you’re not chickening out. What do you always tell me about facing up to my fears?”
“I’m not scared of Persephone. She just drives me around the flipping twist.”
“It’s character building.”
“I just got out of prison for murder. I don’t want to go back in.”
Mo shifted uncomfortably beside Kat. “If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to lie down.”
Kat sat back and folded her arms. “Fine, you win. We’ll stay there tonight. But if Persephone makes one snide comment about my hair, my outfit, or my lifestyle, I’m not being held responsible for the consequences.”
Sometimes, I wishe
