Rebecca
"I'm so glad you're okay after yesterday," Greta pops some french fries into her mouth and rolls her eyes at the flavor. She loves dipping them into a mixture of pepper and ketchup. "Mmmm, so good."
"Stop moaning."
She snorts at me. "Sorry! But I'm happy you're not injured after the demon attacked. Super relieved."
"Yeah, well... I'm still shaken," I slurp on my strawberry milkshake before continuing my sentence. Grimacing at my brain freeze. "You sent me on a suicide mission."
Guilt washes over Greta's features. "I know! I'm so sorry, Rebecca! I tried to get the dragon-shifters to help you, but they weren't interested... And to be fair, I was extremely drunk when I told you to trick away the demon by yourself. I also thought you could handle it by shape-shifting."
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