“Eliza,” I say, releasing myself from Allison’s grasp, “how did you get here?”
Eliza slowly takes a sip of her drink, then she begins talking, “Well, I had someone drive me here since neither you nor your brother answered your phones.”
Zack appears from behind her, his face forming a cringe as he hears the end of her sentence. “Eliza.” She turns to him with a glare. “Sweetie?”
“You don’t have any rights anymore,” she huffs and begins walking towards me. Her gaze fixates on my arm. “Is that real blood?”
Allison extends a hand, the one that has the least amount of blood in it, for Eliza to shake. “Hi, I am Allison. You must be Claire’s human friend.”
I have to keep myself from kicking Allison in the face. Eliza raises an eyebrow. “What are you? An alpaca?”
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