“Right. Now,” I demanded, whirling on Willa and her friends.
Willa, who had been so confident, so forceful with Monroe, now looked sheepish. She averted her gaze, deferring to Spikey-Hair, thus confirming the odd boy as the group’s de facto leader. Unable to stand being the only one out of the loop, I turned my frustration on him.
“Talk,” I growled.
“Riley,” he said, jerking a thumb towards his chest. “This here’s Honora.” He nodded to Ghost Girl. Her round face and soft features reminded me of a full moon.
She gave a tiny wave in greeting. “James,” Riley said next, indicating Platinum Eyes. “And you know Willa.”
“I thought I did,” I muttered.
Willa frowned. “Kenly, I am sorry. You’ve every right to be cross with me. And I know you’re frightened, but–”
I cut her off with a wave of my hand. “I’m not scared. I can handle myself.”
“Okay, just angry then.
Let’s get inside, out of the rain, and we can talk.” Her next words were for Riley. “The Giraffe, you think?”
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