Friends In The House

‘They are coming?’ I informed my mate, forgetting all about Suzan in a moment.

‘Who?’ She grumbled irritatedly. Her mood swings have become a fresh concern but I’d rather ignore them.

‘My friends.’ I told her.

And there were the last words we’d exchanged before my friends arrived in the Empire.

In the evening, when they finally came—

‘Come out, Bastard. I’m waiting.’ I inform my friend, Adrian on the phone after I park my car outside his hotel. I just do not feel like going inside to pick him up and go through the security scrutiny for that rascal. After all, he is the shitty piece of werewolf ever inhabiting the plant.

‘Coming.’ I growl into the phone and I do not need a gypsy to interpret his adventurous night in the mystical land.

‘You asshole, you did not get up yet. Did you?’ I clutch the steering wheel tighter, gritting my teeth. I knew it. I knew it was a bad idea. What was I even thinking in the first place?

It is Sunday morning, and we have to go inspect some facts to r