"Mase..." I started, but I had no idea how to finish. I wasn't exactly one to offer advice on addictions since I had a stash of iron in my pocket and doused my tongue with hot sauce every day.

He shoved his hand through his messy blond hair and glanced at me. "Parker's following us, Absidy. At close range, likely so he can stop when we stop, and then slip me He."

My mind spun at full force, and I grabbed the back of Randolph's chair. "Why?"

Mase collected the ...