“Well, which is it?” She gave Sonja a once over, considering it briefly. Then the witch had begun walking and with a little shrug Kaylee opted to follow for now. It wasn’t as if it was much of a commitment, after all. Knowing what was out there was always a toss up between making it more or less terrifying. She was more prepared than the average person, but she also had more than shadows to be jumping at. Maybe ignorance wasn’t the safest policy, but she could see how it might have been worth it. It had definitely been easier with Mel that way.
Now Andrew was off with his winged trollop, Abel wasn’t likely to speak to her, and who the fuck knew where Tristan was—probably off with some trollop of his own, as far as Kaylee could guess, which would have been just fine if she had something better than some random chick on a hiking trail to entertain her. Her jealousy was a situational thing. She didn’t care what he’d been up to for the past three months, but goddamnit, wherever he was tonight was violating the boundaries of their semi-relationship-thing.
Whatever. Beggars can’t be choosers and all that, and maybe Sonja was great and all anyway and this was for the best. She wouldn’t know if she didn’t drop the shitty attitude.
Easier said than done, though.
“Sonja. Sounds like you oughtta be some comic book turned movie temptress. Maybe Russian, definitely evil. I’m Kaylee.”