Chapter 20

Bang. Bang. Bang. A peek through the peephole showed that Conan had found me. Not his real name, I'm sure, but the one I'd given the behemoth on the battlefield who tried to get into my pants. Not very well, I might add. His pickup line of having something to soothe my throat was right up there with other cringe-worthy moments such as "I've lost my teddy, can I sleep with you instead" and my favorite, "You're the lucky winner who'll suck my dick tonight." Needless to say, none of those ever worked.

Ever.

But some guys didn't grasp the word no. Conan being one of them.

How did he find me? I leaned against the door as if that would keep him out. He didn't sound too happy. I just couldn't figure out why. Last time I'd seen him in Limbo, he was chatting to some short, old broad who appeared to be going for a Yoda vibe.