swell.
The worker looked up at me and frowned. “Uh, a pipe bomb. Who are
you?”
“Heyyy!” Casey slipped his arm around me and pulled me close. “I
thought I told you to stay in the car.”
He glanced around wildly, looking totally suspicious.
I pushed him away and coughed. “What. The. Fuck. Casey?”
“Keep your voice down, and don’t freak out.” He ushered me to the door.
“The last thing we need is for your magic to go haywire and blow us all up.”
My jaw slackened, and I stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. This place would go up like a Roman candle if you
detonated a burst of magic in here. Hence the reason I told you to stay in the
car.”
He shoved me out the door, smiling awkwardly at the workers who were
now staring at us. Once we were outside, he slammed the door. “Don’t say a
word to Mom. She’ll have a fit if she knew you were here.”
My mind spun.
My family was involved in arms manufacturing. Jaxson had been right.
And not just wolfsbane. Chemical weapons and shit.
“Casey, this place…it’s wrong.” I wheezed as I braced for a fit of
coughing.
“Are you okay? What’s the matter with you?” he asked, his face a mask
of concern.
I strode toward the truck, tucking my sleeves over my hands and hoping
he wouldn’t notice the bright red blisters that covered them. It felt like
someone was peeling my skin off with a red-hot knife.
“I’m fine. I’m just shocked,” I said as I sucked in fresh air.
It was a lie. I was more than shocked. Horrified.
Casey appeared beside me and handed me two glass vials of a beige
liquid. “Don’t be. We produce this shit so people can protect themselves.