He obeyed.
Everyone obeyed Aunt Kat in her hospital, and I think every sane supernatural would never cross her beasts’ path.
Even dark warlocks, apparently.
Then she pointed at me.
“Vitals.”
“I’m fine.”
“Vitals, Penelope.”
I hated when adults used my full name.
It made arguing feel like a bad investment.
“I don’t even have a scratch.”
Her eyes went flat.
Doctor flat.
Inside her, one of her beasts lifted came forward. I think it was Hathor but I wasn’t going to piss off either of them. So, reluctantly, I offered my wrist, with my mouth shut.
Because I loved my aunt, but I also enjoyed having a future.
She checked everything. Pulse, blood pressure, oxygen, pupils, temperature, hydration. She made me drink water, eat half a protein bar, and sit down. When I tried to stand ten mi
