Chapter Four
“Um, are you sure you want us as your wing chicks?” Leah asked as Anna revved the engine of her monster SUV and punched the gas, surging us forward as we exited the parking garage and merged into L.A. traffic.
“Honestly, I’d feel better if you came with me,” Anna replied, sounding less and less like the bright and cheerful girl we had come to know and love.
Then again, even the most well-grounded, even-keeled person had their tipping points. I certainly didn’t fault her for being human and was actually glad we were present when Decker had dealt the blow.
“What’s the deal with Decker, anyway?” I hoped my question wasn’t going to send our friend over the edge.
Thankfully, Anna released her stranglehold on the steering wheel.
“According to Abe and Elijah, Decker’s father wa
