“Go take a break,” I order, hurling a hundred-dollar bill at her from my pocket. “Make sure no one else comes in.”
“Y-Yes, s-sir.”
She catches the bill and flees without looking back.
When she’s gone, I grab Lilah by the crook of her elbow, drag her into the closet, and shut the door behind us.
Outside, the crowd is bellowing.
“Five! Four!”
In the low light in here, her eyes are shadowed, but the anger in them is still obvious.
“Do you have a closet fetish or something?” she snaps. “We keep ending up in tight spaces, and I’m starting to think it’s not an accident.”
“Ask me again,” I say.
She blinks. “What?”
“Your question. Ask it again.”
Lilah’s upper lip stiffens. “No thank you.” She adjusts the shawl around her shoulders. “I got my answer earlier. It came immediately and had s
