After a long time, Sam comes down the stairs with a glass of ice water in her hands. She watches me watch her drink it. I’m not going to beg. I sit on the floor with my hands in my lap. I try to look nonchalant, as though being here doesn’t bother me all that much, but I’m coiled to move. If she hauls out another hypo, it will be her ass that gets jabbed this time. The ice rattles against her teeth as she drains the glass. I’m thirsty like you wouldn’t believe.
She refills the glass from the sink on the other side of the room and sets it on the laundry table. “Put your hands out in front of you,” she says.
“f**k you!” I say.
She just grins at that, as though she is enjoying the prospect of a real catfight. She is the one with all of the weapons. I win by staying alive here. Every new
