on the floor. We know thereâs nothing interesting about the linoleum; heâs just choosing his next words carefully. âThe town is going to go crazy again.â
I want to keep my mouth shut; I want to let this be the last word, but I must know.
âHow is Gallegos?â I ask. âWas he hurt, you know, really bad?â
It feels like forever before Louis replies.
âHeâs incredibly lucky,â he confirms. âThe doctors said heâll make a full recovery.â
I keep my relief to myself, but Arla senses it. She also knows that I had something to do with Gallegosâs accident.
As Louis starts to leave the room, he says, âI have to take a quick shower and get back to the station.â
âCan I hitch a ride with you into town?â Barnaby asks.
âSure,â Louis says. âBut you canât play with the siren.â
Good to know he hasnât lost his sense of humor even though heâs about to lose control of the entire town.
The moment Barnaby and Louis leave the room, I start to ramble on about how cute they are and how happy I am that they seem to be developing a deep bond and a sweet relationship despite all the heartache theyâve both been through. I mean every word I say, but itâs only filler talk and Arla knows it.
âBees,â she says.
âWhat?â
âAll you tell me that happened last night is that you were chased by a bunch of bees and you leave out the part about attacking a cop,â Arla lays out.
âDeadly . . . um, killer bees,â I reply.
Based upon her reaction, Arla doesnât get my sense of humor. But the truth is she does get me.
âDominy! Havenât you figured out that our relationship is changing?â she says. âFriends, sisters, whatever we are, you know that you can tell me anything. Iâm not going to judge you; I just want to know whatâs going on so I can help you.â
Sheâs right. Maybe itâs human nature to want to keep secrets, but now that Iâm only part human, I should really try mastering the art of disclosure.
âI attacked Gallegos last night because he was going to kill me,â I admit.
Unfazed, Arla seems greatly satisfied. âNow was that so hard?â
Actually, it wasnât.
âYou defended yourself, totally understandable,â she says, fully supportive of my actions. âAnd the doctors said Gallegos is going to be okay, so obviously you restrained yourself. The girl didnât let the wolf have copfood.â
Vulgar and blunt, but at the same time reassuring.
âThatâs right! Thatâs exactly what I did,â I cry. âI defended myself against Nadine and her insectisidekicks with the help of my inner-Jess, and I fought off Gallegos without doing any permanent damage.â
âYou should feel really proud of yourself,â Arla says, shoving one last spoonful of cereal into her mouth.
Itâs a feeling that proves fleeting.
âGallegos has slipped into a coma,â Louis announces after bursting back into the kitchen and grabbing his car keys. âHe might not make it.â
Louis rushes out of the house with Barnaby and my pride right behind him.
Chapter 2
Two days later, and my victim is still in a coma. Me? Iâm in a bikini.
While my attire might be appropriate for an end-of-summer party on the banks of the Weeping Water River, which looks incredibly ordinary in the daylight, my attitude is completely inappropriate for someone who is responsible for assaulting a police officer.
âThatâs because it was self-defense,â Arla declares for I think the forty-second time, though I canât be certain because Iâve stopped counting.
âThatâs right, Dom,â Archie agrees. âYou did what any self-respecting wrrgrrl would have done in the same situation.â
âDid you just call Dominy a wrrgrrl?â Arla asks.
âYes, I took out the vowels