The nine women arrive in Kinghaven and notice all the stares they’re receiving. When they go to check in at one of Joaquin's hotels, the clerk tells them to take a seat. He’ll be with them in a minute. He goes into an office.
“What, do you think that’s about?” One of the women whispers to Lacy.
Lacy looks toward the closed door. “Nothing, probably a mix-up in our reservations.”
Her sister looked at him and smacked her lips, which are now swollen. “I don’t understand why they're swollen. I have eaten or drunk anything that I’m allergic to.” She rubs her lips, thinking about everything she has eaten and drunk today. “That was blood. It was tomato juice.”
“Girl, stop taking crazy. It had to have been something else.” Lacy says she’s still looking at the door.
“Lacy, the more I t
