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“What lady?” they both bark in unison, causing me to jump away.

“Regina? Serina? Diana?”

“Davina?” they, again, bark in unison.

I frown, but then smile. “You guys are good at that.”

Rae gives me a little shake. “Was her name Davina?”

“I guess. It could have been.” I tap my chin. “Yeah, I think that’s what it was.”

“Goddamnit. Now what?”

“Well, Silo, I plan to go home. You—”

“You are not going home,” Rae growls.

“Yes, Rae. I am. My husband told me to meet him there.”

“Fuck him!”

“I’ve been trying, but he won’t let me!” I stomp my foot, my frustration really showing now.

Rae frowns, then his face turns into one of disgust.

“Nothing about that is right,” he comments. “Look, something is wrong with you, that much is clear.”

“Brainwash?” Silo asks quietly.

“No way. She’s way too stubborn for that shit,” Rae says.

“Hello, I’m right here.” I wave my hand in his face.

“Meaning, it has to be something else,” Rae continues.

“Magic.”

“Likely,” Rae huffs. “So what do we do?”

“If Davina has Felix, we have a bigger problem on our hands than I thought. The head games won’t be enough this time. That bitch promised to make him miserable if he ever came home and considering the fact that Felix was held in the vampire queen’s personal dungeon that last year in Purgatory, her version of miserable is one step away from death. We need to get to him as fast as we fucking can so dicking around isn’t an option.”

“This one will fight hand and foot if we try taking her there.” My brother points to me with a grunt. “She wants to go home.”

I can’t believe they’re just talking about me like I can’t hear them. How rude!

“You know anyone down here who can help figure out what the fuck is going on with her? Maybe try to fix it?” Corn man asks.

Rae looks me over, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He’s standing so close to that Silo guy, it’s weird. Rae hates people. Hates being next to people, yet they talk like they’re friends. Today just keeps getting stranger and stranger.

“Yeah, I may know someone.” Rae nods. “But it won’t be easy to get there.”

“It’s our best option while we figure out how to get Felix back.”

“Does your dick look like a husk?” I ask. His eyes widen, and he makes a choked sound. “You know, because you’re made of corn and stuff?”

Rae pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath. When he looks up, he says, “We better get going. I’m starting to think there’s brain damage.”

Chapter Twenty-Two