“Basically, we voted on whether we thought it was safe and viable for you to be able to leave and live out in the big wide world,” Honey said. “And, as usual, only Keira, Miles, and I are the sane ones.”
Umm, Honey calling herself sane was kind of crazy. She likened herself to Harley Quinn.
Frankly, sometimes she seemed more unhinged than Harley Quinn.
“But if only three of you voted that way . . . how come I’m here?” she asked.
“Because the rest of them were just being overprotective idiots,” Miles said. “And Honey and I changed Eli’s mind on his vote.”
Hmm. Did they?
Wasn’t that interesting?
“And I got two votes,” Keira added, patting her belly.
“I still don’t think that’s a valid vote,” Zander complained. “The baby has to vote the same as you. And I still don’t like this.”
“Like I said, boss, you hate change, but I’ve got our girl sorted.” Honey crouched next to her bag, zipping it open. Today she had on a red, short tutu skirt with black tights underneath, black combat boots, and a black long-sleeved shirt with a red heart on the front.
She looked adorable.
And Angie noticed that Webb couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
Then her attention became fixed on the items that Honey was pulling out of her bag.
Holy. Heck.
Did she have a whole arsenal in there?
“Is that a grenade?” Angie whispered.
“Uh-huh.” Honey nodded “I packed everything in here myself. It’s a Kill the Fuckers bag. I came up with that name myself. I’m thinking of trademarking it.”
“With things stolen from my ammunitions room,” Ammo said, peering over everything. “That’s one of our few flame throwers!”
“I know. She’s a beauty.” Honey ran her hand over the flame thrower.
Angie hadn’t even been aware that those things were real.
“Don’t worry,” Honey told Ammo. “I’ve contacted my friend about getting us some more.”
“What friend?” Webb demanded.
“Are those silver bullets?” Zander asked, picking up a small box.
“Yeah, of course. What else is she going to use in the event of a werewolf attack? Or a zombie apocalypse?” Honey gave him an exasperated look.
As if Zander was the only one acting crazy.
Which, to be fair, normally he was.
“I do believe the flame thrower will be of more use during a zombie apocalypse,” Miles said solemnly.
Angie gaped at him. What was happening right now?
He slowly winked at her.
All right. Good to know that he hadn’t lost his mind.
