Scream For Us (Order of the Unseen, #0.5)

by Molly Doyle

“Quinn!” she exclaims, pure vodka on her breath,

Isn’t vodka known for not having much of a scent?

Here I am, alone with Ghost and Jason, two people I’ve never met until only minutes ago, yet I’ve never felt so safe.

They also haven’t exchanged a single word. Weird.

“Oh. Yeah. That weird little bitch whose dad offed himself, right?”

That’s how we all talk about people we haven’t seen since high school, right?