Chapter 34
Of course—it makes total sense, and I hate myself for not realizing it sooner.
Layla shouts with all of her might into the microphone, her voice echoing off the walls, distorted through the shitty PA system, rattling around inside my skull.
“Ri-ot Dykes! Ri-ot Dykes!”A few members of the crowd start chanting, stomping their feet on the floor in rhythm. It catches like wildfire, and soon, most of the room is shouting in unison.
“Ri-ot Dykes! Ri-ot Dykes!”
Louder and louder. Faster and faster.
Get me the fuck out of here, Panic rises against my diaphragm.