“That’s good,” Liz said. “Because I have no idea what we are heading into.”
“A trap,” I replied. “I’m one hundred percent sure the only reason White Castle is being attacked is to lure us away. Eloise had a taste of power, and she lost it to me, and now she wants it back with interest.”
“What are they doing?” Harry gasped.
I turned to look out the rear window and found a convoy of spirits following us.
“Did they really not understand the whole poor timing thing? I can’t just snap my fingers and make everyone a real boy again. I am not that kind of fairy.”
“I wasn’t aware of your fairy status.” Hudson snorted.
I rolled my eyes. “Did you not know you were mated to the flame-haired Tinkerbell?”
We fell into an uneasy silence as we hit the town. Hudson slowed and swept his gaze up and down the deserted streets.
“Is anyone else creeped out?” Harry asked. “It’s a lot easier to be brave when you are already dead.”
True, but being alive gave you so much more to fight for.
Dave’s brake lights flicked on, and we both halted. Time to get out and face the grandmother.
We climbed out of the cars and met in a loose circle. Dave pointed at the spookies. “You brought your fan club.”
“Not by choice. Harry, could you let them know I’ll figure out if I can make them corporal once we’re home?”
“Consider it done.” He saluted me before marching toward them with determination in his step.
Storefront glass lay shattered across the pavement. Cars sat abandoned at odd angles, doors flung open as if their owners had simply… vanished. It felt like we were too late to the party.
“Do you sense anything?” Hudson asked.
Liz shook her head. I shrugged. Rebecca lifted her nose in the air and sniffed.
The streetlights flickered and then died, plunging us into darkness.
“That’s not ominous,” Ezra grumbled.
“If you don’t enjoy the weird, you should have stayed home,” Rebecca hissed.
He smirked. “Oh, baby, you know from experience I’m all about the weird.”
Harry rejoined our group. “Good news. They didn’t come to assault you, Miss Roberts. They’re here for support.”
Yay, me. I had a bunch of supernatural cheerleaders in tow.
“We should split up and scout the town,” Hudson said.
“Split up? That’s how we die,” Rebecca muttered.
“Says who?” Ezra asked.
“Every horror movie in existence.”
“This isn’t a movie; it’s real life.”
“And movies are written by people who have lived.”
“Save the bickering for home,” Liz whispered. “My sister is here somewhere, and she won’t have come alone. We should split up, but into smaller teams, not alone.”
