Getting Back at Him
After thinking it over, I got in the car.
It was late, and it was hard to get a taxi in the villa district at this hour.
Zayden drove me to the hospital to get my scraped palms treated.
By the time everything was done, and I got home, it was already past midnight.
I thanked him. Then, unexpectedly, he said,
“If you want to get back at Jason, I’m willing to help.”
A bitter smile curled at my lips.
“You are both in on it together. What revenge could there possibly be?”