Ivan
"Ivan, I know you're freaked out, and I'm not going to pretend I'm not, but Luke's your best friend, and tonight is important to him."
"And even he thinks you should be back in his house lying down," I growl. "Not at the packhouse getting dressed."
"Well, this is where they delivered the dress," She pokes her head out of the bathroom. "Would you relax? I agreed we'd do no more information until I make Agua pura."
"I'm not going to relax," I grumble, sliding my jacket on. "Not when some psychotic angels are coming to find you."
"You know, they're not really angels," She walks into the bedroom we were borrowing and plucks the dress bag off the door. "they're human, just different."
"That makes it so much better," I say sarcastically. "A bunch of freak humans are coming for you."
