Veronica POV
“Come on, bestie, we have work to do,” Simon beamed.
“I already told you, you have the wrong person. Now go back to the underworld where you belong,” Veronica snapped, before jamming her headphones in and putting on her favorite playlist.
Simon just smiled pleasantly and floated toward the ceiling, flipping upside down like it was his favorite yoga pose. “You know, denial’s not a great coping mechanism. At least not when your magical destiny is knocking.”
She flipped him off without looking. Then paused.
Wait.
Why was the apartment still so quiet?
Veronica tugged out one headphone and frowned. Becky was usually up by now. Chipper. Singing. Making herbal tea that tasted like sadness. But today—silence.
Too much silence.
Veronica pushed to her feet and opened the bedroo
