Irene and Janelle’s gazes snapped to me. “The fae sent you?” Irene demanded before she turned to Kiana. “Did you know about this?”
“I did, and maybe she’ll tell us more of what’s happening if you help her because apparently, she’s feeling pretty loyal,” Kiana said as she went back to the fridge. “Irene, if you broke the eggs, I’m going to be mad.”
While she made breakfast, Irene went to change and returned in a different pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. When Janelle raised an eyebrow, Irene wrinkled her nose. “I’m still feeling a little uncomfortable in clothes.”
“I’m sorry, are you pregnant too?” I asked.
“No, but I do feel like something is inside of me,” she muttered.
Janelle sighed. “I told you, there is nothing inside of you.”
“I said ‘feels,’ didn’t I?” Irene snapped. “Stupid
