For the next few hours I listened to the girls giggle and watched them eat the plate of sandwiches, then devour a fruit tray, and then eat a giant bag of pretzels. Rosita was right in there laughing and hooting and howling and Dario sat on the counter and shook his head mostly.
I realized that no one had asked where Azriel was. Did they know he was taking care of business? Were they here to keep me company and pass the time so I wouldn’t be pacing the floors wondering if he was okay? Was he okay? What would happen to me if he wasn’t?
Tessa leaned over and patted my shoulder and illustrated some mind-reading skills, “He’ll be fine. That brother of ours is tougher than nails. Trust me! He’s tougher than Uncle, even, and Uncle is one tough motherfucker.”
The others were all nodding. This
