Frozen: Heart of Dread, Book One by Melissa de la Cruz, Michael Johnston Page B

or the cooking oil?”
    His grin broadened. “What about you, Nat? Like the insect or the princess?”
    “Clever,” she said. “Neither.”
    “Right. Just call me Wes, okay by you?”
    “Fair enough.” Nat nodded, and shook his hand.
    “I believe you have something of mine,” he said. “Four platinum chips, perhaps?”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she retorted. Too bad for him. She’d taken her chance when Wes didn’t.
    Sucker.
    “You’re cute when you’re lying.” He smiled. “But since you have them and I don’t, I guess the only way to get them back is to take you where you want to go. So hop to it, peaches.”
    “I’m ready,” she said, showing him her packed bag.
    He tried to hide his surprise. “Once we drop you off at New Crete, I’m taking my boys back to Vegas. You’re on your own, no matter what we find there. We’re not sticking around after that. Got it?”
    “Who says I want you to stick around,” she said tartly.
    His dark eyes sparkled. “Careful, you might change your mind about that once you get to know me.”
    “Doubt it,” she said, even as her cheeks flushed a little.
    “Gotta say, you don’t look like someone who believes in that hoodoo stuff about some door to nirvana in the ocean,” he told her.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Come on, New Crete? You’re looking for the Blue, just like all the true believers.”
    “I’ll keep my reasons to myself, won’t I? I’m paying for passage, not therapy.”
    “All right, all right,” he said. “No questions asked, that’s our motto. Can’t help but be a little curious is all. You got the deposit?”
    Half the fee. Right. She handed him two of the platinum chips.
    He smiled. “Let’s go. Breaking curfew’s not going to be easy.”
    She followed him out to an LTV parked in the alley behind her building. The truck was painted with a swirl of white arctic camouflage, and even its wheels were cut from a thick white rubber that rendered it almost invisible. It was a modified Hummer, with three rows of seats and a cargo hold in the back.
    He opened the door and hustled her inside.
    In the row behind her were a few guys dressed in thermals and gray-and-white snow camos outfitted with an impressive array of weapons. She wasn’t surprised to find the guy who’d drawn a gun on her the other day was part of the team.
    “You’ve met Daran,” Wes said. “That’s his brother, Zedric, and that’s Farouk. Guys, this is Nat, our new client.”
    “Well, hello again,” Daran said, as he shook her hand just a little too long. “Sorry about the thing at the Loss. All in a day’s work, right?”
    She regarded him coolly. “Where’s Shakes?” she asked, looking for the boy with the friendly smile.
    “Hey, Nat,” Shakes said, turning around from the driver’s seat.
    She smiled, seemingly relieved Shakes was here, and Wes felt a hint of jealousy at that.
    She was even prettier than he remembered, the kind of girl who could get anyone to do anything for her, he thought. A mouth on her, too, and she sure hadn’t blinked when he accused her of stealing those chips. Still, he’d been sure she would fold; her room was warm and cozy. No palace, but a place to call home. Why not use those credits for something else? He wanted to tell her not to waste it on him and an impossible dream of freedom. There was nothing out in the ocean but trash and trouble.
    She seemed like a cool chick. Not that he was looking for anything in that direction right now, even with that bit of harmless flirting earlier. Just wanted to see if he could charm her was all, to get on her good side if he was going to figure out if she had the map or not. He had no need for any kind of attachment, especially after the thing with Jules ended so badly.
    He helped her into the backseat and Shakes gave her a thumbs-up from the wheel, then the truck sped off into the darkness, spitting sparks into the air as they brushed icy concrete on both sides.
    “How