It’s really hard to buy the crossroads teachings when a vampire and immortally reborn shapeshifter make you dinner for your birthday.
The scent that struck me as I neared the back door of my house to head in made me stop in my tracks. What the hell? It smelled like a restaurant in there. Not just any old place either, but a good restaurant. I had to take a second to make sure I hadn’t gotten confused and wandered into the wrong back yard, because that was not a smell that I would ever believe could actually come from the our kitchen.
While I was confirming that, yes, I was definitely in the right place, Twister opened the door. The dusky-skinned girl stood there, watching me with obvious amusement. She had taken off the ratty old homeless person’s coat , exchanging it for father’s barbecue apron. It dwarfed her diminutive form, and was obviously tied around her waist several times.
“Senners wants to know if you’re coming inside or…
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