"Why does Xander sound like a zoo escapee?" I asked as Taryk and I walked out of the elevator.
The group on the couch burst into greater laughter.
The scent of disgusting sweat, tears, blood, snot, and other bodily fluids I didn't care to catalogue caught my more sensitive nose. I turned to look at the pile of Juan laying on the floor.
"What happened to him?" I asked.
Kiema lifted her foot in the air. A familiar boot was tied to the end of her leg. "Damn, Ki-Ki." I shuddered.
Xander turned, made a cutting motion over his throat.
I nodded.
"I got the Hold ready for him. You guys want to help me move him?" my twin asked.
Ransom and Saint pushed up from the couch, draping the single blanket there over Kiema's body.
"I can help. I need to talk to you two," Taryk said.
"Just you and m
