The evening came faster than Misa thought, and she was already waiting at the Cozy Roost with Nisha.
“We’ll have to be fast this time,” Nisha said, tapping her finger against the table. “Wilda will be able to sense the walls long before they’re complete. Perhaps we should take her out first.”
Misa grimaced, unable to believe that Nisha was planning to kill Wilda. One of their own kind. Taking the lives of mortals was one thing, but Wilda was one of them.
“Nisha, maybe we should think about this.”
Nisha scowled. “Think about what?” She scoffed. “Don’t tell me Wilda has already influenced you. We haven’t been with her for more than ten minutes, and already you’re letting her get into your thoughts? I thought we were past this, Tika.”
“Wilda is one of us,” Misa sa
