“Separate. From here on out, you need to be together as seldom as possible.”
“Okay.” I looked at Patti, who sat across from me on the bed, watching me and taking shallow breaths as she waited for news. “Something happened tonight.”
“Go on.”
I told him about the attacker and his thwarted attempt to steal my underwear. Dad’s stewing silence was like a ticking bomb.
“Stay away from the apartment.” His raspy, violence-filled voice gave me the chills.
“Is anyone working the Atlanta area tonight?” I asked, referring to demons.
“No. Everyone’ll be heading out in the morning, but keep your eyes open. I’ll be in touch soon.”
I hung up and looked at Patti. “He wants us to separate tonight. I’ll come get you in the morning.”
Her chin quivered for one second before she cleared her throat and nodded. “Please be careful, Anna. I want you to take the gun.”
She reached for her bag, but I stopped her. “No. You keep it. I’ve been training with the knives and always have them on me.”
Patti hugged me hard, and I set off with a lump in my throat.
I drove without purpose or direction. When my phone rang I was happy to see Marna’s number.
“We’re in Atlanta. Where are you?” she asked.
I made a split-second decision and said, “I’ll come to you.” Normally I stayed in the outskirts of Atlanta and avoided the inner city because of Pharzuph and heavy whisperer counts, but the demons were in Vegas tonight, so the coast should be clear. We agreed on a hotel, and when I met the twins in the lobby an hour later I squeezed Marna around her thin shoulders. I planned to give Ginger a quick hug, if she’d let me, but to my surprise she held on when I tried to let go.
“Is Blake dead?” she asked in a dry voice.
“What? No!” I pulled back, and she closed her eyes, puffing up her chest. “I’m so sorry, Ginger. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I lowered my voice. “It was Flynn.”
The sisters looked simultaneously dejected and relieved by the news of whom we’d lost. Marna smoothed her flight attendant uniform down and let out a giant breath.
“Come on,” I said. “I’m getting a room, and I’ll tell you everything.”
The girls and I got comfortable in the hotel room, and I told them the entire story of L.A.—everything from me staying at Kaidan’s place, to Kai and Kope going to Syria to save Zania, to the island—and then the attack in my apartment today. I left out the fact that Blake had a girlfriend who he’d soon be forced to marry per his father’s orders, because I didn’t think Ginger could take it.
They were speechless for a long while.
“It’s starting,” Marna finally said.
“Yep,” I whispered.
“Bring it, arseholes,” Ginger said.
In a rare moment of camaraderie I stuck out my fist and Ginger bumped it, causing Marna to say, “Aww!” Ginger rolled her eyes.
My phone rang, once again sending my heart into my throat. Would it always be like this now? Constant trepidation?
I let out a breath when I saw the screen. “It’s just Jay.”
Marna’s beautiful gray eyes got big when I answered. It was loud in the background.
“What are you up to tonight?” he asked.
“Nothing much.” I winked at Marna. “What’s up?”
“I dunno. I kinda don’t want to go home after work and be alone. I thought maybe if you were at a party or something, I’d hit it up and hang with you.”
I couldn’t remember the last time Jay wanted to hang with me. I mean, naturally a guy should want to hang with his girlfriend, and I always understood that, but it felt kind of nice. I’d missed him.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m deejaying in Atlanta, but I’m done in half an hour.”
I grinned. Marna grinned. Ginger rolled her eyes again.
“What if some friends and I come to you instead?”
“For real? That’s cool. This club is eighteen and up.”
He gave us the name of the place, which was only fifteen minutes from the hotel.
I felt bad on the walk over. Jay and Veronica hadn’t been broken up a whole day, and I was bringing his dream girl straight to him. Veronica would be offended and hurt, even though the breakup had been mutual. I had no idea if Jay would still be appealing to Marna now that he was single. Maybe I was worrying about nothing.
Jay looked super cute from across the club in his backward hat and freshly shaven face. The DJ booth was raised up at the edge of the dance floor, and Jay held headphones to one ear with his shoulder while he changed CDs and adjusted dials. From the corner of my eye I saw Marna staring. Hard.
A group of guys in tight shirts flanked us when we walked in.
“Piss off,” Ginger said.
Apparently American guys were just as magnetized by an English accent as we American girls were, because they went a little goofy.