"Fucked them and dumped them," I finished angrily. I thought about Casey and the Abercrombie model guy in the coffee shop.
I recalled Alec's desire to get me on the ambrosia but his reluctance to touch me, no matter how much he wanted to. I was meant for Sol.
"So that wasn't ambros—er, potion in my cup tonight. That really was some date-rape drug."
"I don't know," Alec whimpered.
"Come on, let me go."
I tightened my grip and shook him. It took a moment since my fingers had a little trouble keeping hold. I had to work to maintain the fierceness of my face and voice.
"What'd he give you? Did he pay you or something?"
"No. He just . . . he just gave me more of the potion. All I wanted, so long as I kept the people coming."
"And you gave it to the band," I realized.
"Yeah. It was the only way . . . the only way we could get big. It's all I've ever wanted. To land a record deal and get famous. This was the only way."
