"You still owe me Jena and you are going to help me now. I don't give a fuck what your problem is." Vincent said as he'd called Jena over the phone and was speaking to her though the car. He was driving dangerously fast through stops and weaving through traffic. Horns blared at him but he didn't care. Victoria wasn't responding to him anymore, he reached over and felt her pulse. It was racing.
"My problem! Vincent, I was stripped of my magic and nearly killed by vampires! My favorite story turns out the characters are assholes. Second, I am not screwing with anything pertaining to you and magical items." Jena said.
"I'm not coming to you with a goddamn computer this time Jena. I'm coming to you with a woman that has been poisoned. She is going to die if she doesn't get the right kind of help. I think she was hit with tomb scorpion venom." There was a bit of silence on the other end and it sounded like Jena was talking to someone.
