The pixie sunk into one of the kitchen chairs. “This is so frustrating. I left Tulsa to avoid this problem, and now it’s happening again.”
“Yeah, but this time you’ve got better allies.” Cori picked up her cell phone. “We’ll figure this out, and you can stay here as long as you need.”
“Thanks. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”
“I’m gonna call Micah over to take a look at that arm.” Pixies didn’t heal as fast as some supernaturals, and it could get infected. “He’ll get you fixed up.”
“He’s a nephilim, right?” Ginny asked.
Cori nodded.
She shifted from foot to foot, reluctance in her gaze. “Do you think he could flash into my house and get some things for me and the girls? I keep a spare set of clothes for us in the van, but we didn’t have time to pack anything else.”
“Sure. No problem.” Cori could understand hating to ask for favors. It sucked when a normally strong person found themselves vulnerable and forced to ask for help. If not for her girls, Ginny probably would have just slept in her car out in the bush. “Anything you need.”
Relief filled her features. “Thanks. You have no idea how much this means to me.”