Sam and I were waiting for Irene to arrive.
He wasn't very happy that we would be meeting Laura and Crowley, so he was looking rather broody while we waited.
"You do realize that Irene may very possibly bite his head off if given the chance, right?"
I shot him a glare, "Sam, stop it, you agreed to behave."
"I am behaving. I'm just saying that you shouldn't be surprised if Irene chooses not to behave."
I huffed and turned away, my mouth almost dropping to the ground in shock.
A woman was walking towards us, and I instantly knew that it was Irene, even though she looked different in this form.
Her skin was a beautiful brown and her hair hung down her back in silky, honey-colored waves.
She wore a short dress that hugged her curves, and matching heels on her feet.
She waved, "Honey,
