Arwen sat at a table straddling a chair and grinned at the way Naomi held a cigar clenched between her teeth. The woman was in the mood to inflict violence and at only an inch taller than Clara Draxton who was sitting cross-legged on a countertop with a bottle of vodka in her hands, with a s**t-eating grin on her face, she was a contradiction in every way possible.
“This is better than therapy!” Cat gave an excited shout and then looked to Sabine, “sorry Sabine but it is.”
“Hey, I agree.” Sabine grunted as she took a handful of pretzels from a bowl and tossed one in the air and caught it with her mouth. “I’ve been looking forward to this since Cat set it up.”
“Same,” Corry leaned over Arwen and kissed her cheek noisily. “I’m so happy you let us do this.”
Josephine gave a shriek, “me t
