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Faith chuckled again. “He just said he would behavenaturally,” she informed her sister. “We all know what comes naturally to a vampire.”
True offered the vampire a hard glare of annoyance. “I’m not as dumb as I look,” she hissed.
“Naturally,” Lex said, making Faith chuckle again.
“And what does that mean?” True said, not getting the joke between them, but neither answered. “Fine, Faith, serve him his beer and finish bottling up, please.”
“Can do,” Faith said with a conspiratorial smile for the vampire.
“And I get my drink,” Lex said, expanding his hands in victory.
Faith walked behind the bar, picked up the beer that True had left, and popped off the top. The beer exploded from the bottle, covering Lex. “One beer,” she said, shrugging before she threw a bar towel at his face. “No charge.”
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True could just about reach it if she stretched her fingers and wiggled them, or that was what she told herself as she crouched beneath the shelf and tried to get to the box of napkins that had fallen down the back.
“Day dark and long!” Hope said, bursting into the room with a sweeping gaze, looking for True.
True jumped up, startled by the sudden intrusion and smacked her head on the shelf. She let out a yelp of pain, followed by every curse word she could think of and a few new ones. “What the absolute bloody hell are you playing at?” She backed up, straightened, and swivelled towards Hope, rubbing the sore spot on her head.
“You said hurry,” Hope said, trying not to chuckle at her friend’s misfortune.
“There was no mention of getting me to knock myself out,” True grumbled, rubbing harder at the pain. “That’s gonna leave a lump.”
“New nickname, Lumpy,” Hope said, grinning from ear to ear.
“I do not appreciate your sense of humour right now,” True said.
“Why were you under the shelf?” Hope asked.
“Napkins, fell down the back,” True said.
Hope frowned. “Are you a witch or not?” she asked, pulling on her magic and sweeping the pack of napkins across the floor and into the open. “Napkins, no lumps.”
True sighed. “You know my magic is not my first go-to; I forget,” she replied, bending to grab the box.
“And that’s why your new nickname is Lumpy,” Hope said with a teasing smile.
True hugged the box to her chest and eyed her friend with contempt. “Does this face look amused?”
“Nope, resting bitch face never does,” Hope replied. “I can go on like this all day, mocking you, just saying.”
“Fine,” True said, raising her eyebrows in expectation of what Hope had to say. “Get on with it; you were all gung-ho about telling me when you rushed in and tried to knock me unconscious.”
“You needed no help from me, Lumpy,” Hope said. When True puffed out a breath, Hope knew she’d gone as far as she could and was in danger of falling off that fine line between teasing and annoying. “Okay, so, day dark and long…” She took a breath, just to make True wait for it. “Hark the heart’s song.”
“That’s it?” True asked, frowning. “I expected more.”
“And you shall have it,” Hope said. “Maybe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” True grumbled. “I have a cryptic ghost; I do not need a cryptic best friend.”
A sparkle of mischief glinted in Hope’s eyes, and True almost groaned. “I’m still your bestie?”
True was confused. “Huh?”
“Well, one, I gave you lumps, and two, you have a mate now and besties who get ‘mated’,” she said, using air quotes because she knew True hated that. “Tend to go off and forget or neglect their besties.”
