I tried to raise myself to see Dragon looming above, but the foam offered only a rubbery resistance. It had set with the contact, bonded to my costume. I was pinned face down on the ground.
Let’s hope Dragon’s careless with where she puts her feet?
What I did see, as I raised my head as high as I was able? Bitch was astride Bentley, who’d grown large enough to ride, and they were standing near the window leading into the street. I could only see her eyes behind the plastic of her mask, and everything else was communicated through her bearing, her posture, the angle of her head. I’d seen something similar when I’d first met her.
Contempt?
Is she about to just leave Taylor to be arrested?
It hadn’t been Dragon that knocked me into the foam.
Fucking hell, Bitch.
Worst part is she’s got plausible deniability, too. “What happened to Taylor?” “Dragon got her with the foam. I couldn’t do anything.”
I guess we might be doing a prison break in upcoming chapters??
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