Nefretiri
"Woah!" Vince grabbed me as I stumbled, his eyes wide. "Nope! That's the second time in less than a day. We're going home."
"Would you stop being my mom!?" I demand, weakly smacking him away. "I'm fine… It's just… Ivan again."
"Is he okay?" Brandon frowned, getting up from the couch.
"I don't know…" It wasn't a good thing if I kept feeling such odd things. Vince was wrong. This wasn't the second time—it was the third, but I hadn't mentioned what happened when I finally called them. "I'm fine… Let's get started."
"Are you sure you want them to come here?" Brandon crossed his arms, taking a quick glance at Willow, who was happily coloring. "It's a lot…"
"I'm sure," I walked around the counter, staring at the cash register that had never been used. "I need their help, and… this is the safest place to do things."
