Chapter 37

The smoke filled my sinuses, stung my eyes, and went down my throat. I coughed, but thanks to the dart Luna had shot into my neck, I didn’t seem to be affected by it. Griff grabbed me by the arm, and we ran to the back of the tiny shop, where Luna had already disappeared down the hatch in the floor.

An almighty crash filled the room. Just as Griff shoved me down the hole, a bunch of armored enforcers burst through the door. I tumbled down into the interior of a van, landed in a crouch on its oak floor, and jumped back. Griff appeared seconds later, his chest heaving.

“Shit.” He spun around to where Luna and Juniper were already firing up the engine and pulling out from wherever they’d parked. “That was close.”

“You know the drill,” Luna yelled from over her shoulder. “Close the hatch.”

I turned my head up to a ceiling made of wooden boards, where the green smoke was wafting down from the shop. None of the enforcers followed after us, I guessed because they’d been affected by whatever