Chapter Seventeen
“Nothing in life is certain, except death, of course. Well, in the supernatural world, even that is questionable. I should know. I’ve been dead before. And now I’m not. I’m here being annoyed because someone I love might be dead, but I don’t know if she is. As I said, nothing in life is certain. Life sucks.” ~Jen
Jacque laid Slate in the bed that Cindy, Sally’s mom, had brought into the suite where they were staying. Cindy had tried to speak to her daughter, but Sally refused to speak to anyone other than Costin and Titus.
Jen stepped out of the room she and Thia had claimed and shut it quietly behind her. She looked at Jacque with dull eyes full of exhaustion and confusion. The strange bond that had linked the three of them together allowed Jacque to get glimpses of h
