Chapter 5
“This place is ooky spooky,” Ivan muttered.
“Can you…feel things?”
“I feel wet and cold and I need to piss, but nothing supernatural, if that’s what you mean. Doesn’t really work like that.”
“How does it work?”
“I have to let them in.” Ivan gestured to the front door. “Shall we?”
They made their way inside and Killian shivered a little at the memory of the vision that had played through his imagination earlier, the family held hostage, the attacker mowed down by the police. To distract himself, he focused on Ivan. The guy—woman—witch—“What do I call you?”
“Ivan.”
“No, I mean, you said you’re not always a guy, so…do I call you a man? Woman? He? She? Is there another word?”
“Either is okay for now. ‘Person’ is safe too.”