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Ray laughed. “She’s got your number, Ingrid.”
“He’s not much older than my grandson,” Nana Pratt objected.
“Try to remember that the next time you drool over him,” Ray said.
She huffed and disappeared.
“I think you’re on the right page, Lorelei. Leo’s a nice kid, but he isn’t for you. Someone like you needs a partner with a strong personality, not a sweet one.”
I opened the front door to return to the house. “Someone like me needs to be alone.”
“You keep saying that, yet people keep showing up at the house like lost puppies who’ve found their way home.” He shrugged. “I hate to break it to you, but the common denominator isn’t the house. It’s you.”
I glared at him as I entered the house and shut the door behind me. My pocket started to vibrate, and I pulled out my phone. Gun.
“I was planning to update you as soon as I ate.” My stomach rumbled on cue.
“I’m not calling about that,” he said in a rush. “It’s Camryn. She won’t wake up.”
My fingers tightened around the phone. “She’s unconscious?”
“She’s breathing and has a steady heartbeat, but I can’t wake her no matter what I do.”
“Did she take any pills or potions to help her sleep?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew what the answer would be. Camryn Sable treated her body like a temple with one exception—she popped Nerds like they were life-sustaining.
“Of course not. I think whatever has been impacting people’s sleep has infected her.”
It was shortsighted of me not to consider that the threat level might increase. “What’s her address?”
“You don’t know?”
“Why would I know? I haven’t been there.”
“That’s odd. She really should’ve invited you over by now.”
“I haven’t been to your house either.”
“Next time I entertain, consider yourself invited. Her address is 32 Alcott Street.”
“I’ll be right there.”
I chose the motorcycle for this particular venture. Alcott Street was only five minutes away, and I felt the need for speed.
Camryn’s house was a sleek, modernist building with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked an empty field. Her nearest neighbor was a football field away. I wondered whether they knew she was an assassin. Unless they also belonged to the Assassins Guild, I doubted it. The members seemed adept at hiding their occupation to the humans in town. I was far from the only supernatural in Fairhaven with secrets.
Gun opened the door as I approached. The ends of his hair stuck straight up, as though he’d been tugging on them in frustration.
I stopped on the doormat. “Do I need to be cleansed before I enter?”
“She’s comatose. I don’t think she’ll notice.”
“I don’t want her to freak out if she wakes up and sees me in her house without the shaman treatment.”
He tilted his head back and sighed. “Just come in, Lorelei. This is obviously an emergency.”
I wiped my feet on the mat and stepped inside. Every surface was white. The floor. The walls. The statues. I half expected to see framed artwork entitled The Great Blizzard or Snowy Owl.
“This feels so sterile,” I remarked. I removed my shoes and left them by the door to avoid leaving any traces of dirt on the immaculate white tiles.
