Chapter 41

We're in the library and I'm sitting in one of two stuffed chairs staring at a wall of books. Gomez hands me a shot glass after filling two.

"Tequila, drink it."

I down the glass without a second thought and he downs his. There's no lime to disguise the taste or help the burn and I can't stop from doing the funny twist thing with my mouth. He ignores this, takes the glass out of my fingers, and refills both. We drink another shot together.

"You've made a real fucking mess, pequeña."

My head feels decidedly fuzzy. "I swear if you're calling me 'little sister,' I'll bite you again."

A chuckle escapes him. "It means 'little one.' You fucking fight like a wildcat, though."

"What good did it do me? I'm still here," I pout. He refills my glass, we drink, and he walks over to the house phone.

"Philip, bring us some chips." I'm relieved because I need something in my stomach. My head is spinning and my belly rolling. He hangs up the phone and turns to me. "You're safe here. Moon shouldn