Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Then prove it,” Ro said. “Not with a dagger,” she added for Elwin,
who was already on his feet. “With that.” She pointed to one of the
empty sedative vials near Sophie’s cot. “I’ll fling that toward her head
—and don’t worry, I’ll make sure it will miss her—and we’ll see if she
knocks it back at me or if it shatters a few inches from her ear.”
“Works for me,” Keefe told her, setting Ro back on the floor. “But I
think we should put a wager on it.”
“Guys,” Sophie said.
Ro’s grin was equal parts gleeful and vicious. “How about if I’m
right, I get to shave your head?”
“Keefe,” Sophie warned.
He smirked. “Okay. And if Foster knocks the vial back at you, you
have to get a tattoo that says Sparkles Rule! It can be tiny. But it has to
be somewhere we can see it.”
“GUYS!” Sophie shouted as they both said, “Deal!”
“Uh, hello—I never agreed to this!” she reminded them.
Ro shrugged. “This isn’t about you anymore. We have a deal. It’s
your job to settle it.”
“She’s right,” Keefe agreed. “And don’t look so nervous, Foster.
Trust the foot energy!”
“I’ve never used foot energy!”
“Eh, you’ve always been a fast learner.”
Elwin joined them from his office.
“You’re going to tell us we can’t do this, right?” she asked.
“Because it’ll hurt my recovery?”
“Nah. I just want to see what happens,” he said.
Keefe pumped his fist. “WOO, we have Elwin approval! That makes
this official. This. Is. Happening!”