77

Nerthus

“Yeah! Yeah! Just a moment!”

I hear Jenna’s annoyed scoff as her muffled yell reaches my ear, not keeping me from pounding at her door.

The door swings open, revealing an annoyed Jenna, whose expression morphs into worry immediately.

“Amber, are you OK?”

“I’m wired.” I whisper-shout, passing her with fast steps. “He has my apartment wired.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes. He just answered a question I asked my living room.”

“Oh, dear.” She sighs, making another knot into her bathrobe cordon.

“Could… Could I stay the night?”

“Sure.” She says in a high-pitched voice, and I sigh relieved.

“Thank you so much.”

“Don’t even mention it.”

Sitting down on the couch, she goes to make us two cups of coffee and I throw my bag onto the floor. “How was Thanksgiving with your parents?”

“Meh.” She answers, without turning to me. “It gets more difficult every time to hide my job, and I’m tired.”

She wrinkles her nose as she puts down the cup in front of me. “I should be old enough to do what I want