Chapter 7
Pretty darn dangerous, at least if I hoped to maintain my secrets and my sanity. Because I’d barely made it as far as the refreshment station when the first human bore down on me.
“You’re so young to be looking for a house!” the curly-haired matron exclaimed.
I glanced quickly over both shoulders. Nope, no one else was there—the woman had to be talking to me.
“Um, well, my ma...my husband is older,” I muttered, tugging at the short sleeves that did nothing to hide full-arm tattoos that the woman was now avidly staring at.
Staring at, but not judging in the same way the waitress and principal had. “Those are so pretty!” the older woman exclaimed, grabbing my forearm and turning it over so she could trace the ink on the other side.
The unnamed one-body looked so prim and prop
