Lively night

Rosemary's pov:

"Was it really safe to leave the girls with her?" Izzy's still throwing glances behind herself, even though the restaurant has vanished from view a few minutes ago already.

"What were we supposed to do? Call the cops on her? That bitch knew exactly what she was doing," I grumble, basically stomping the ground beneath me.

Sweating through multiple layers of clothing was the straw that broke the camel's back for me. On the plus side, it saved us a lot of effort convincing Sara and Natasha that we needed to get the hell out of there.

"Are you sure you're alright? You still look as sick as a dog," she lays the back of her hand on my forehead.

I don't mind it and just let it happen, "No clue, but someone I know might help with that," I stop in my tracks to shudder in place when the chilly wind hits, "God! How are you not shivering right now?!" I vigorously rub my hands up and down my arms.