Honey turned and pointed at Miles, looking fierce. Angie stiffened. What was she going to say?
“You’re a fucking genius,” she told Miles.
Angie just shook her head.
“What about if there’re vampires?” Eli asked.
Okay. She really couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. Eli was normally pretty grounded.
“Good question,” Zander said. “What if there is a vampire attack?”
“That’s what these are for.” Honey drew out two wooden stakes that were sharpened at one end. And a small bottle. “Stakes and holy water.”
“How did you get holy water?” Keira asked.
Really? That was the question she wanted to ask? How did Honey get holy water?
“Simple. I went into a church and I acquired it.”
Keira groaned. “Honey, you cannot steal from a church!”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t steal it. I acquired it. There’s a big difference.”
“There is zero difference.” Keira put her hands on her hips and glared at the other woman.
“You’re upset by this?” Zander asked Keira, looking bewildered. “But how else is she supposed to get holy water?”
“She’s not!” Keira explained.
“Then how will Angie protect herself from vampires?” Honey asked as she chewed some gum. “Although, you should be fine during the day and at night you could just stay inside, Angie.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” Angie nodded. Made total sense.
“You got any weapons for, you know, actual people attacking her?” Ammo asked.
“Yes,” Zander said. “What have you got that she can use to protect herself against a common, everyday criminal?”
Were they really expecting that she’d need to use this stuff?
Had they all lost their minds?
At least Keira and Miles were looking at them all like they had. And she thought Webb, Ammo, and Eli were hiding their true thoughts.
Although Ammo just seemed sad at losing his flame thrower. She’d have to try and get it back to him. He was now holding it like a baby and . . . rocking it from side-to-side.
Definitely weird.
“I’ve got a handgun. A nice light one for you to use, Angie,” Honey told her. “And another one for the silver bullets. It’s a bit bigger and heavier, sorry.”
Wow. She actually did look sorry about that. Angie had lived with these guys for two years and she’d known they were all a bit crazy . . . but this was next level.
“And I’ve got a large carving knife, a fillet knife, and a pocketknife. Depending on what you want to do and where you are.”
“Fairly certain that Angie isn’t planning on filleting someone,” Miles said, looking ill.
Eli walked over and stood near him, letting the other man lean on him. Eli always took good care of Miles.
“You never know,” Honey said.
