I woke up to the sound of whispers. Not the frenzied, desperate ramblings of the dead. These were quiet. Concerned. I started to speak up and tell them to stop being ridiculous when I heard Jonah’s voice rise above the noise.
“How do you know she has been released from the possession? Are you sure we shouldn’t keep her bound until we know something?”
“I know without a doubt,” Ulysses responded from his seat on the bed to my left. “Eva will return to us when she is ready. The Spirit Reaper is gone.”
Return to them? I was already here. I frowned as the past few days rushed to the forefront of my thoughts. The barbeque. Jonah and Lola. Hestia denying my request to become a Bestial Virgin. The gunfight and the drugs. I was in trouble. I needed answers from Joey to get me out of it.
I sat u
