5
“So, you’re telling me that the Greek goddess of the night is just wandering around enjoying herself?”
The question was from me to Eric as we drove down the road in my poor beat-up car. He sat behind the wheel with his foot firmly on the gas pedal and a touch of a maniacal grin on his lips. I grasped the oh-s**t strap above my door as we sped around another corner on two wheels.
I winced as the car dropped back onto four wheels. “And we just got Death off our backs. Are you trying to invite him to come visit us again?”
Eric chuckled. “He’s been trying to fetch me for quite some time. I doubt a little car accident will let him catch me now.”
I shook my head and sighed. “Anyway, back to the goddess. Where are we going to look for her?”
“She frequents a pub in the Old Ireland
