Poppy rolls her eyes and shoves him out of the way. “Yeah, then I found out that my long-lost sister is here. I’m not going anywhere.”

I force down the laugh that wants to come out as she moves through the kitchen area. “I’ll get our drinks cold while you—do the devil’s work.”

Lowering myself back onto the barstool, I flutter my lashes up at Wicked. “Aw, now would you look at that. Just like old times.”

“Jesus Christ…” Royce mutters, grabbing Wicked’s shoulder and dragging him through the same way Poppy went. “You need to explain shit better.”

Breathing out a sigh, I look between Lion and Papa. “Now what were you saying?”

A look passes between the two of them before Papa leans back in his chair and flexes his fist on his knee. “You remember much from when you were a little girl?” I blink, running the edge of my thumb over the bottom of my lip. I pretend that it’s to check my blood-red lipstick, but really it’s to form a long enough pause to decide how to answer.

“A bit. Why?”

The skin on the corner of Papa’s eyes wrinkles as his smile softens and his hand rests on my knee. His tattoos are old now, faded from sun and aging, but he still looks like a badass. “How much?”

I shake my head, looking back into the house until I catch Jade’s eyes. “I think it’s time for a drink.”

“Principessa!” Papa says, his hand coming to my arm.

“No!” I snap, spinning back around to look down on him. “You left, Papa. You left Mama and me to pick up the mess you left behind. I thought you were dead, so everything I did, I did in your honor. To make you proud, and all along? You were alive. And now you want to talk about my childhood? About some vague note that was inside a parcel that fucking Wicked gave me after he goddamn kidnapped me and traumatized me inside a maze with a bunch of hillbilly fucking weirdos that sit around campfires and burn people on upside-down crosses? Hmm? Fuck you.” I yank my arm out of his grip. “Fuck both of you. I’m having a drink, and then maybe—maybe—I won’t accidentally kill you both for the shit you’ve put me through throughout the years.” I continue toward where Jade stands, holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and two glasses in the other.

Her green eyes are wide. “I get the feeling you’re a tequila girl…”