“Certainly funny now.”
A gloved hand enters my vision, and I take it, groaning as it assists me to my feet. Shaking my hair from my face, I stare into the azure eyes of my sister.
“You always find yourself in the worst predicaments,” she teases. I scoff and wave my hand dismissively.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say primly. “Unlike you, I’m not some badass ninja.”
“Assassin,” she corrects.
I shrug. “Same thing.” We laugh, the sound pure and untainted, even with Christian’s blood seeping into the cracks of the alley. “What are we going to do about him?”
“Bonfire?” Kenzi suggests. “I read about a lady who roasted marshmallows over the man who tortured her.”
What the fuck? That’s the look I give her.
“Is this a real lady or one of your imaginary friends?” I question. Kenzi shoots me a glare.
“It was in a book I read.”
“So an imaginary friend.”
“Where do you get imaginary from?”
I snort a laugh as we leave Christian’s corpse behind, walking back through the kitchen. Shit. Dad’s going to be pissed that all his kitchen staff are dead. The people who worked here were like family to him and the boys.
“When you were younger, you used to play act with your imaginary friends from the books you read.”
“No, I didn’t,” she denies vehemently.
“Yeah, you did,” I tell her. “Thank God you stopped doing that before Twilight came out. Shit would have gotten weird.”
Kenzi blows out her lips. “Never fucking read Twilight.”
“Say that to the journal decorated in Team Jacob stickers you used to hide under your bed.”
Kenzi shoots me a colorful string of swear words that would have a sailor blushing. “I knew someone read it.”
“Oh, Jacob.” I throw my hand up on my forehead and dramatically swoon. “You can take me like an animal.”
“Gross.” Kenzi sticks her tongue out at me. “I did not say that.”
“Did too.”
“Did not.”
“Did—”
“Girls!” My father’s voice booms from the bar lobby. “Do you mind having some sense of awareness here? What if there are still hostiles? You two arguing over sparkling vampires would have easily given you away.”
Kenzi and I exchange a contrite look.
“I was just following the assassin.”
Throw her right under the bus.
Kenzi gasps. Drama queen. Ninjas don’t gasp like that.
“Ava got herself snatched again.”