6
The seven brothers keep glaring at Walker. All of them wear jeans, work boots, and green t-shirts with Enmity Farms written across their barrel chests in loopy cursive. They appear to be in their twenties. Someone was a busy mom. One brother—the only guy who’s bald—steps forward. He points at Walker and speaks in a deep voice. “Ghouls aren’t welcome here.”
Rude.
After insulting Walker, the guy turns to me and grins. “Oh Scala Mother, you honor us with your unexpected presence.”
Walker takes a half-step backward. “Perhaps it’s best if I leave.”
“Nope. Don’t go anywhere.” It doesn’t shock me that the Enmity brothers want Walker gone. Most quasis hate ghouls. That said, Walker’s on a time crunch. He’ll get info fastest by staying here. I won’t waste precious minutes because these new d
