NINE
With the guys out for the night getting takeout, Sage realized how quiet her home was – intolerably silent. Nothing to distract her from her inner demons, frayed nerves, guilt, and self-loathing. She’d had it up to here with negativity. She needed noise, people, real human interaction, anything non-magical to turn off her inner monologue before she let it drag her down into madness.
One place came to mind. Sage took to the night air and set her sights on the pub just down the road. Her home away from home. Julie’s shift would be starting soon, and that was reason enough to pop in, even if she’d already had her dinner. She could have some normal, human conversation.
No sooner had she locked her apartment door than the all too familiar feeling of eyes prickled on the back of her neck
