She’d sent Lena a random photo of the Liber Tenebrarum with absolutely no explanation and then completely disappeared off the face of the earth.
To be fair, she’d been a little busy making a pact with the Devil, talking to ghosts, and attempting to destroy a cursed grimoire.
“…Shit.”
Lena slowly shook her head like a disappointed mother dealing with a reckless teenager.
“You’re honestly such a terrible friend.”
“In my defense”—Dalila pointed at herself weakly—“a lot has happened since yesterday. I’m sorry.”
“I can imagine that after the cryptic demon-book photo you sent me.”
Lena raised one bleached eyebrow.
“And just so you know, I only accept apologies through expensive food or emotional bribery.”
Dalila opened her mouth, ready to explain everything.
But Lena interrupted first.
