Five
As promised, Nikki is holding court in the banquet hall. The round tables are already draped in their Sunday best, just waiting for the shiny silverware and expensive floral centerpieces to make them complete.
“No severed heads. So far, so good,” Sam says close to my ear.
Adalynn sits to her right, flanked by seven other women I’ve yet to meet. Sam squeezes the back of my arm as we move toward the table.
“They’re humans, Frankie. Just like us,” he whispers, reminding me of my own words from earlier.
“Only in the scientific sense.”
“Questionable.”
As we’re five steps from the table, Nikki checks her nonexistent watch. “Cutting it a little close, aren’t we?”
“Hello again, Nikki,” I say. “These are your bridesmaids?” I paste on my business smile and say a collective hello. They a
