Chapter Twenty
After an hour of fruitless searching, Samantha stepped into the Drunken Turnip. She sent another text but just like the other ten, no reply followed. A brief flicker of contentment passed through her as she found her usual seat at the bar empty. There was something comforting about routine and consistency, but that joy didn’t last long. Not while she knew Lilith was mad at her.
“Everything alright?” Brendan’s question snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she answered quickly.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you but you seemed frustrated.”
“I am.”
“What can I get you? The usual?”
“Yes, thanks.”
The bartender smiled at her and tapped her a Wisp Hopper. He placed the beer in front of Sam and disappeared before she could pay. She stared at the pearling beer
