Not abduct my pregnant girlfriend.
“You f*****g oaf!” the senator slurs as he uses the wall like a crutch to haul himself to his feet. “What the f**k are you doing? Do you know who the hell I am?”
I’m too stunned to reply. Did I get this all wrong? Is DeMaris innocent? Have I lost my damn mind?
“Hey, you! Dumbass! I asked you a question! Do you know who I am?” the senator yells again, louder this time.
I don’t answer. I can’t. My brain is still trying to reconcile the picture I had two seconds ago—Cass has been abducted, DeMaris is the head of Vainakh, I am her last and only line of defense—with the picture in front of me now:
A sloshed and irate politician with a split eyebrow, and Cass standing behind me, horrified.
Behind her, through the open powder room door, I catch a glimpse o
