Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

move you.”
Clay glances to me. A slight urge hits to intervene, and if he touches her,
I might, but…
But Macon is right. Clay is an extension of everything wrong with St.
Carmen. How they bully us. Take from us. Shame us. Keep us poor and
ignorant and pregnant, breeding more servants for them.
I’m tempted to throw the key to Fox Hill into Macon’s hands right now
and let Callum answer for it, but he’d just deny it. And even if Clay didn’t
believe him, she’d still take his side. I’m not going to waste the only card I
have to play quite yet.
“Two things can happen here,” Clay says as everyone listens. “One. We
can refuse to leave, because we don’t really have to. This isn’t your property.
Not for long anyway. Tryst Six’s days are numbered.”
Macon turns and listens, his gaze calm.
“So, out of anger,” she continues, “which is all you really have, you’ll kill
me and then the rest of us, so there’s no witnesses.”
Trace and Army laugh under their breaths, a few of the other guys joining
them.
But it’s not completely impossible. The swamp cooks bodies down to a
stew in no time, and Clay knows the stories out here.
“Or two, you’ll rough us up,” she tells him, “we’ll complain to our
parents and a shitstorm will consume Sanoa Bay, risking lots of unwanted
attention on your ‘business’.”
She does the little air quote thing, because she knows those stories too.
The rumors of how Macon and Army sold to the college kids—Oxy, Molly,
Adderall—to make ends meet after our parents died.
I never asked if it was true, and I never will. Macon doesn’t allow drugs
in our house or in Sanoa Bay, but I also know he’d do anything to feed us.
“Either way, it’s not good for you,” Clay goes on. “Because the power
you have is an illusion, because you have no—and never will have any—
money.”
I swallow, kind of wanting to smile and puke at the same time. That’s
gonna piss him off. While I’m glad it’s not me, I’m kind of glad someone is
biting him back.
Everyone turns to Macon, waiting for his response, and I almost think
he’s at a loss for words, because he’s quiet for several seconds.
Aracely and her friend Carissa hover next to Iron, and I can tell by the