Chapter 7
Beau was carrying Shannon piggyback—and she was still attempting to hit Vin in the head with her foam sword—when he realized who was standing in the hallway in front of his dorm. Ann-Marie was telling one of her outrageous stories, complete with sly innuendos, that was silenced abruptly when she saw the woman waiting in the hallway, a basket tied with a bow at her feet.
“Oh.” He jigged Shan and then let her slide to the floor. “Hey, Donna. When did you get here? Hell, how did you get here?”
Donna, somehow peculiarly normal, especially when compared to Shan’s green hair and facial tats, and Ann-Marie’s biker-chick attire, stared at them, her blue eyes narrowing suspiciously. “I took the train. And then a bus. I arrived a few hours ago.” Butter wouldn’t have melted in her mouth,
