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Which means no ride-share apps. I didn’t even have any money for the bus. Guess I’m walking home from here.
As I make my way to the main road, I don’t waste my time thinking about how or why I was there in the first place. Bringing up any of that is simply too much, and I actively try not to think about the four voices I’d heard in my head.
But strangely, the more I let thoughts of them creep into my mind, the better I feel. And pretty soon, I’m wondering if the voices match the personalities of who or whatever’s in my head.
There was a smooth, refined voice.
A higher, happier one.
A—
“Excuse me, do you need a lift?”
A car pulls alongside me, but I don’t stop. Don’t even look in the driver’s direction.
I’ve seen too many horror movies for that nonsense.
“No thanks, I’m fine,” I call behind me.
“Honey, it’s forty degrees outside. You’re gonna get sick.”
Is it? I hadn’t even noticed. “Really, I’m fine. Thanks.”
The car keeps rolling along, matching my pace and making me want to crawl out of my skin.
“Lily, really. Let us give you a ride.”
I stop dead and dare a glance at the women who’d just used my name. An impossibly beautiful face with sapphire blue eyes and platinum hair sits in the driver’s seat of a car I wouldn’t be able to afford in seven lifetimes of paychecks. Or rather, she would be impossibly beautiful if it weren’t for all the black veins around her eyes and the sides of her face. That is kinda weird.
Next to her sits another beautiful woman. This one I recognize. All black clothes and shark teeth.
I swallow hard, muscles ready and willing to run for my life.
“Get in, Lily. We have some things to discuss.”
Chapter9
Lily
“Look, um, I’ve had a supremely shitty day and I don’t have space in my brain to handle any more weird shit. So you and your pointy little friend can just move along.”
Whoa. Was that me? Did I just say that?
Way to go, me.
I’m about to step away when a platinum streak appears next to me, grabs me by the arm, and deposits me in the back of the car. She streaks around the car and back into the driver’s seat before I can utter a complaint.
I glare at her in the rearview. “It was you I saw on the highway! And on the street the other day.”
“Yes, you did, and you shouldn’t have. And that’s why we need to talk, Lily.”
I eye her even harder in the mirror as she pulls away from the side of the road. “How do you know my name?”
Madam Pointy flips down her visor and aims the vanity mirror at me. “The Queen of Laurel Cove makes it her business to know all the supes under her reign. Now, if you please, exactly what are you?”
“Queen… Supe?” My mouth starts two sentences and bails on both while my brain tries to catch up. “Do you mean like superhero? Because I’m afraid of my own shadow. There’s no way I’m—”
The “queen” cuts me off with a hand. “It’s short for supernatural, not superhero.”
