Chapter Seven

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"I'm ready to go." I yell at Asher.

"I'm coming woman, don't rush me!"

Heavy footsteps are on the left of me.

I turn around, walk into his bumblebee yellow 1969 Mustang, Fast back, Mach One.

Now, that is a rare car.

He opens his driver side door, gets comfortable, puts the key in the ignition and pulls out of the driveway.

"So..." He trails off.

"How have you been?"

"I could be worse. You?" He replies.

"I don't know what I'm feeling."

"Confusion?"

"Add together a mate who wants you back, people hating you, a rouge issue and your best friend."

"Confusing."

He lists his left blinker on.

"Very." I sigh.

He breaks on a stoplight, slamming down so hard my seatbelt locks up.

"You alright? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention-"

"It's okay."

Asher goes silent.

He stops the car, then says "we're there."

"Oh."

I clamber out of the car, push open the main entrance to the mall and walk into the hair salon.

"Jessica?" A voice asks, like she doesn't believe it.

"That's me."

"Oh my gosh!" The voice exclaims.

"Whoa. Who are you again?"

I study her unfamiliar features. Red hair. Blue eyes. She's immortal, her parents are fallen angels and has a fraternal twin brother, who's four minutes older. We met back in college.

I know this because she's let it slide. Her brother I think got married. What was her name? Esme? Emmanuelle? Esmeralda? Estelle? Elaine?

Yeah Elaine.

If I remember, Evelyn isn't immortal anymore.

"You remember? I was your science buddy?"

"Yeah."

"Right this way."

'you ready for the attack in Nightshade territory?' A husky voice asks.

'as ready as I'll ever be.'

Rouges.

I turn and flee.

Mason needs to know.

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