21
The Drunken Turnip was pleasantly busy, bustling with people. All Nox, Samantha assumed. She took a sip from her lemonade, strategically avoiding alcohol, in particular, the whisky. She didn’t think her hangover could stomach that.
With a sigh, she checked her watch. Why was it that Lilith would show up at the most inconvenient times, but when she actually wanted to see her, she was nowhere to be found?
She took another sip, clearing her first drink. “Brendan, can I get another?”
“Coming up.” He dried a glass and nudged ahead. “Miss Lilith has arrived.”
“Finally.” Sam spun around on her chair, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. “Took you long enough.”
“Traffic was terrible.” She dropped her bag on the bar and sat down next to Sam. With a wave, she caught Brendan’s attentio
