Chapter 35

“Thirsty little fella, huh?” Ian told me when I slipped into the car after feeding good oily nutrients into my Mini. “And picky at that.”

I turned on the engine and threw him a glare over my shoulder. “Your Rover feeds on premium gas, too, so you better shut the hell up.”

We'd already been to the hospital to check Buffy. I'd taken the chance to tell Gran I had to go to Chicago because an Aremihc's recruiter had scheduled a meeting to talk to me. It was the only world-shaking reason that I could tell her that might've explained me leaving in this moment—though there was no need to tell her that not even an acceptance letter from Aremihc would've pushed me away from my sister's room. Then we'd gone to the Lady to get fresh clothes for me and to get my Mini out of her driveway, because as I'd told Ian, I could better endure a ride with Jack the Ripper than spend a whole four hours in his leather-stuffed Rover to go to Oxford, Ohio.