8
“Hey, hey, wait!” someone calls as we start walking down the sidewalk.
A girl comes running out of the club, her high heels clacking against the cement. As she gets closer it becomes clear that she doesn’t need those heels—the girl is a skyscraper. Tall and solidly built with only small scraps of clothing covering her body. After a moment I recognize her as one of the girls that had been up on the stage.
I am wiped out from my showdown with Hermes, but melting into the cement below my feet isn’t an option.
Tina steps in front of me, giving me a shield. “No lap dance, thanks.” But the girl only narrows her eyes.
“Did Hermes send you after us?” I ask, not in the mood to play around.
“Obviously not.” She rolls her eyes. “I hate that shithead. He used me—” Her face crumples and she scr
