“My best friend. I think she’s in trouble.”
“She?” Knox frowns, all the pieces clicking into place.
“Everlee McKinley. I’m a witch and I’ve been tracking her.”
“And you tracked her here?” I press.
“Not exactly.”
“So you just picked our house, or are you going to all the houses along this street offering your amazing pizzas?”
“No. I picked your house based on some intel I had.”
“Intel?”
“Have you seen her?”
“No.”
“Lizzy?” Her voice chimes behind me, and I cringe. “Lizzy!” She’s running up to the door, but I block her.
“Ev!” Lizzy claps her hands, then glowers at me, “You haven’t seen her? Really?”
“Do you two want to calm the fuck down? You can’t announce to the entire world she’s here.”
“Let her in!” Everlee says, pushing me out of the way.
Lizzy tries to step in, but she’s blocked by the invisible protection spells on the house.
“Impressive,” Lizzy says, pumping her eyebrows and feeling around the air like a mime.
Knox starts to speak, but I put my hand over his mouth. “You don’t know her. How do you know this isn’t Samara, pretending to be the best friend, so we let her in?”
“I’m not that slimy Djinn,” she retorts, face full of disgust.
At least we have that in common, but I still press. “Seems like something someone would say impersonating her.”
Lizzy ignores me and looks at Everlee, then smiles, “You look good, mamacita. Someone has finally fucked you.” She lifts her nose in the air. “Recently.” She pumps her eyebrows.
“Can you smell sex on her?” Knox asks, amused.
“No, she can’t.” Everlee laughs, answering for her. “She just has a sixth sense with my sex life. It’s creepy as fuck. We call it her sexth sense. Can we please let her in, so we don’t have to stand here at the door? Knox?”
“Yes! Lizzy, please come in.” Knox waves his arm, allowing her to pass.
“Thank you, Knox.” She smiles, then cuts her eyes at me with a ‘fuck off sucker’ stamped across her head.
And then there were two pains in my ass walking through the house. Well, three, if I include Knox.
As soon as the door closes, they fall into each other’s arms, hugging and shrilling. Fucking help me.
Lizzy grabs Everlee by the shoulders and pushes her back. “How are you? I went to the safe house, and you were gone and your phone was there, and I haven’t been able to track you. I’ve been panicked! Why didn’t you call?”
“I’ve been busy,” Everlee says, guiding her into the kitchen.
“What? Fucking?”
“Lizzy,” she blushes and smacks her on the arm.
