“Yes, I did,” he said.
“You fucking drugged me,” she spat.
“Yep,” he agreed.
“You dragged me to some creepy fucking barn filled with pumpkins.”
Crow looked around. “In my defense, the pumpkins were already here.”
Angel stared at him. “Where am I?”
“Outside Raven's Hollow,” he said.
Her blood turned cold. “No.”
“Afraid so,” he said. Angel struggled against the ropes holding her. “Stop,” he ordered.
“Fuck you!” she shouted.
“Lina,” he breathed.
“Don't call me that!” she spat.
Crow crouched in front of her. “You need to listen.”
“I need you to untie me,” she insisted.
“Can't do that yet,” he said.
“Then Ghost is going to shoot you,” she grumbled.
“Probably,” he agreed.
“And Jackhammer will run over whatever's left,” she quickly added.
Crow smiled. “I like him already. I’d do the same thing if someone kidnapped my woman.”
“I'm serious,” she said.
“So am I.” Angel stared at him, and Crow's smile disappeared. “I didn't take you for Razor.”
That stopped her. “What?”
“Razor doesn't know I have you,” he said.
Angel searched his face. “Bullshit.”
“He thinks you're still at the Toxic Monsters clubhouse,” Crow admitted.
“You expect me to believe that?” she asked.
“No,” he said.
“Good, because I don’t,” she insisted.
He shrugged. “But you're going to,” Crow said, sounding very sure of himself.
“Why?” she asked.