Chapter 4

“Why do I know stuff, but can’t remember things?” he asked.

“Come on. Let me fill you in. Let’s get inside.” Hellfire hopped through the snow, seemingly trying to leap from footprint to footprint, until they had reached the side door of a garage. She produced a tiny wand and waved it at the doorknob, and it twisted and opened for her. Once she and Cole were safely inside, she pulled an impressive amount of clothing from the small bag she had slung over her shoulder. “Put these on.”

Cole obliged, although he skipped putting on the underwear. They looked too small for what he’d be forcing into them and he decided he was a creature of comfort, not conformity. “All right, Holly. Cut the shit. What the hell is up?”

“Hellfire, please.” She lit another cigarette directly from the one she’d just finished and exhaled the first drag before continuing. “Do you want the full deal explanation or the Cliff’s Notes version?”

“Everything. Spill it. I’ve got time.”