Page 48 of The Voices are Back

I was with Folsom, my best friend. My best friend who looked like she wanted to murder someone.

“What?” I sort of slurred.

She looked at me, ass in the dirt, back against the metal poles of the fence, and stopped just short of touching me with her hands on her hips.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I told her tiredly. “I can’t handle this attitude right now.”

She snorted.

Then she turned that glare that usually sent grown men running away with fear toward Aodhan.

“I know who you are,” Folsom said as she glared at Aodhan.

Aodhan frowned. “Aodhan, this is my best friend, Folsom. Folsom, I’d like you to officially meet Aodhan.”

Folsom knew all about Aodhan. When we’d met, it’d been in the hospital of all places.

Her daughter had a condition that kept her in and out of the hospital a lot when she was younger. Meanwhile, that was my second home for what felt like a year when I was first diagnosed with POTS.

That’d been where we met and how we continued to be thrown around each other. Because it was fairly obvious that Folsom wasn’t a people person. The only people she liked were the people in her life that she put there.

And eventually, I’d been put there for her to take care of.

“Nice toofficiallymeet you,” Aodhan said quietly.

Genuinely.

I could always tell when Aodhan didn’t like someone. Call it a sixth sense or whatnot, but Aodhan was being completely and one-hundred-percent genuine.

He wanted Folsom to like him.

Because he liked me.

At least, that was the way that his answer had come off, anyway.

“Uh-huh.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Folsom seriously needed a spanking.

“Folsom,” I whispered, trying to get her to calm down. “This is not the time or the place.”

Aodhan, knowing I said something but having been too far away to hear what, looked at me curiously.

Folsom, having heard me, sighed and offered Aodhan her hand. “Thank you for the assist.”

Again, genuinely, he said, “Any time.”

She looked him dead in the eye then and said, “Don’t hurt my best friend, please.”

A weird look crossed his face then.

“Eh.” Aodhan hesitated. “I knew that a Folsom worked for Matilda and Diana, but I completely didn’t put you as Morrigan’s best friend, Folsom, until she just introduced us.”

Folsom’s gaze pretty much said, “Well, aren’t you intelligent?”

My lips twitched. “He’s had a rough couple of days.”

Folsom patted Aodhan on the shoulder. “Did you lose brain cells while you were imprisoned?”

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