“I did,” she answered serenely as she quickly inscribed the anti-eavesdropping sigil on the table. “You have many tribulations at the moment and require the assistance of those you call friend. And I knew you would not ask them for that assistance.”
I frowned. She was right. It seemed more than a little selfish to call people up and say, “Hey, I have a problem, can you drop everything and help me?” But that’s what friends DO, moron, I chided myself. I was still getting used to the whole dynamic, obviously.
“Hiya, chick,” Jill said. Her tone was bright, but her expression was fierce.
“Hiya, yourself,” I said. “I hear my roommate’s been tattling on me.”
Jill gave a shrug and a grin. “Nah, she just said you were buying breakfast.”
“Sure. What the hell,” I said with a laugh. “At least it’s pancakes and not steaks. Is Ryan coming as well?”
“Right behind us,” Zack said with a jerk of his head toward the door. True to his word, the man in question entered as if on cue.
Ryan paused as soon as he entered and did a scan of the interior. I could see him mentally cataloguing the occupants and exits—possibly not even aware h