Vanessa
“Here,” Cupid set down something in a paper towel beside her.
Vanessa didn’t move to touch it. It smelled like grease. “What is it?”
Cupid shrugged, “It’s all they have here.”
“And where is here, exactly?”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Safe house, babe. And trust me, you’re not getting out of here.”
He didn’t believe her when she said her mother warned her she would be dead the next time she entered the garden. It wasn’t a threat. It was her foretelling the future. She wasn’t sure what Cupid thought they were going to do to her, but he clearly thought she would be safe regardless.
Something told her she wasn’t.
“Why haven’t you become a contender, Cupid?”
He pulled a face fully marred with disgust. “I could never do the s**t they do, Van. I’ll help Eden, but f**k if I
