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their happy on.
    Casey shivered.
    While she floated.
    Continually moving upward until she had to press her hands against the ceiling to keep from banging her head. Her cheek kissed the frigid, lumpy plaster, allowing her vision from only one eye, but it was enough of a view to see how feral her sister had become. The half of her mouth that wasn’t pressed to the ceiling became slack at her sister’s next words.
    Wanda leaned in low, letting the tip of her nose touch Nina’s. Her whisper was sinister. “Don’t make me, Nina Statleon. You know darn well the kind of damage you could do. It’s an unfair advantage I won’t allow.” Her sister spat the warning with thin lips and a throbbing pulse to the right side of her forehead Casey worried might bust the vein that held that angry pulse in check.
    Whoa. Exactly what kind of unfair advantage did Nina have against screaming fireballs? Was she some kind of killing machine? A ninja? Because from where Casey stood—er, floated—it would seem she was the one who’d been advantageous in this smackdown. It was Nina who was on fire, wasn’t it?
    Remorse washed over her. She’d set someone on fire. Fire. She’d felt the flames shoot from her fingertips, purposely directed them with the intent of zinging Nina in a rage she’d never before experienced. Casey looked toward her fingers pressed against the ceiling—fingers that looked like they always did with nails that were trimmed short and neat—half expecting to see some kind of remaining residue, like soot.
    Marty refocused Casey’s attention to the scene down below when she planted a foot on Nina’s abdomen, folding her slender arms across her chest. “We’re not letting you up until you promise not to annihilate Casey. Got that, Mistress of the Night?”
    “Fuck you, Marty,” Nina shot back, but slowed her struggling.
    Marty smiled glibly with a shake of her head. “Promise to behave.”
    “The. Hell,” Nina said with a glare so fierce Casey felt the heat of it.
    From all the way up near her entryway light fixture. Crazy that.
    “Shark,” Casey managed to mumble just as her legs cracked against the ceiling, forcing her head to point fully south and look down at Nina, where she caught sight of her fish. Her eight-year-old carnival goldfish flopped by Nina’s head, desperately seeking air. “Shark! Water—he needs water!”
    Quite contrary to her red-hot anger of earlier, tears began to form in the corners of her eyes over her fish. He’d managed to live far beyond expectation, and though he wasn’t a cat or a dog to snuggle with, Casey was attached to him.
    Nina scrambled to her elbows. “Fuck you and your fish, you brat! I’ll fillet your goddamned guppy for dinner and sop him up whole with a biscuit.”
    Marty toed Nina with a smirk. “Oh, quit, badass. You know you can’t eat foo—” She cut herself off as quickly as she’d begun, but not before Casey saw all three women exchange glances that screamed, “Can it.”
    Which was strange indeed, but not nearly as strange as floating around in your apartment like a hot-air balloon. Stranger still, not one of these women seemed to find the very fact that she was floating— floating —even the least bit disturbing.
    Wanda was the first to recover when she ordered Marty to fill Shark’s bowl back up and put him in it immediately. She hovered over Nina, jamming a finger under her nose. “I’ll say this once, Nina. If I let you up and you so much as lay a finger on my sister, I’ll take you out. Got it?” Her sister’s face hardened, and her eyes gleamed dark and threatening.
    Nina’s lips grew thin, but her features relaxed an increment, making Casey take a deep, grateful shudder of breath. “Let me just make myself clear. If she wasn’t your sister, I’d lasso her ass, hog-tie her, and jam a fist into her piehole while I fished around for her tonsils.” Her eyes rolled upward to glare into Casey’s. “Got that, Princess?”
    Casey