Chapter 23
“What the...?”
I chose not to evade my companion’s blow since I figured I had it coming. But her right hook hurt a heck of a lot worse than I’d been expecting, making me wonder whether Blue-eyes had been practicing self-defense on the sly.
“That’s for Ophelia,” she spat out. Then, launching toward me yet again, she added, “And this one is for Carla.”
I caught the girl’s wrists, lowering them so she battered at my chest instead of my face. I was hard-headed, but not that hard-headed.
“Carla?” I asked when Angelica’s rage finally appeared to be petering out.
“Carla Darter, you sycophantic i***t,” the teenager growled. I wasn’t actually sure what “sycophantic” meant, but figured it probably wasn’t good.
Then my brain finally connected the dots as I glanced at the walkie-talk
