“Oh. Okay.”
Yesoff took the coat from Hunter and held it out for her. She got her hands into the sleeves, and it was heaved over her shoulders. Hunter turned her and did up the buttons, scowling at Yesoff.
Orla looked at an amused Yesoff and back to Hunter. “What’s going on?”
Hunter muttered, “Nothing.”
Yesoff smirked.
They left the house, and the very snazzy silver four-by-four was waiting for them. She sighed. “Right. I don’t have a licensebecause other me has a license with her right now. I am in between realities.”
“You are fine. This is your reality.”
“Hm.” She buckled up and sat there. “This feels weird. I am always the driver, and I always have a phone or a purse, but I lost all of that in the crash.”
“You didn’t lose it; you didn’t need it to live, so you didn’t take it with you.”
His car crept past his house, and she smiled at the ski chalet vibe that his house had.
“It’s pretty here.” She smiled as they drove through the snow until they reached a main road.
“I think so. I chose it carefully.”
“Where are we going?”
“We are going to visit one of two stellar beings that I know. Strella will be able to tell us more about the night you arrived.”
“Oh. That will be helpful.”
“It will. Strella loves company since her husband passed.”
“Oh, that’s sad.”
“Well, her kind outlives warlocks by a lot.”
“Huh. Where does she live?”
He chuckled. “Whehel.”
“Oh. I hear it is lovely.”
“It is. I am gratified that she took my call so enthusiastically.”
She smiled. “This is going to be fun, but I feel kind of fancy. Run a tab for how much you are spending on me so I can pay you back.”
He snorted. “I won’t be doing that.”
“Why not?”
“I am guessing that you have had little enough in your life. Clothing to suit the season is the least I can do, considering that I am the season in question.”
“Oh. I forgot about that. At least I am not wet.”
He sighed. “One can hope.”
“So, how does it work with my other self living her life right now?”
“She will continue, and you will let me know if we are close to interacting with her at all.”