Vrethie and Kai were knee-deep in a discussion about something and nothing, batting words back and forth like champion tennis players but not actually listening or taking a moment to process the meaning of the words before batting them away. It had started as a discussion about Alaine but had descended into yet another argument about the women in their lives. Kai desperately missed the days when it had just been himself, Vrethie and Milo.
The ball dropped as the pair entered the apartment and stood in stunned silence. The boy he’d nicknamed Grim was standing like a deer caught in headlights, dressed in a giant rabbit suit that looked like a bigger version of something a mother might dress a baby in.
“Miaka!” Kai shouted.
“Yeah?” Miaka shouted as she descended the staircase.
“You know h
