I woke up with sun slicing across my face. Checked my phone: 7:04 AM. Saturday.
My neck cracked as I sat up. The couch had destroyed my spine again. Maybe I'd splurge on a better one when I hit thirty and my back permanently gave out.
Diana had texted three times.
Diana: I'm at the hotel.
Diana: I'd like to come back around 10 if that's okay
Diana: I want to talk to Iris. Please.
I dropped my phone on the coffee table and shuffled to the bathroom. My reflection looked exactly how I felt: like shit. Dark circles, hair standing up, and a hickey on my neck courtesy of a vampire maid costume.
Last night still felt like a fever dream. Four identical girls with purple eyes had confessed to me in a parked car.
And I'd said no.
Because I was an idiot.
Because I was terrified.
Because their mother could destroy my life with one phone call.
After brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face, I walked to Iris's door. Knocked gently.
"Iri? You up?"
Silence.
