“Yeah,” she said. “I don’t even know where to start dealing with any of this.”
“Is this one of those times where you actually want advice?” he asked. “Or should I just listen sympathetically?”
Frederica rolled her eyes.
“Dealer’s choice,” she said.
“Well, for starters, whatever’s going on with Jo and Nila is none of your business,” he said. “You should probably just step back and let them sort out their own shit. Though knowing you that’s not going to happen.”
“Damn, you really don’t hold back,” she said.
“Not when I can help it,” he said. “Next, you can either call Melody and tell her you’re jealous of Sam, or you can just wait a few days for them to go home and solve the problem for you.”
“I’m not jealous of Sam,” Frederica said.
“Sure you aren’t,” he said. “And finally, you really need to talk to Angela. She’s had those powers longer than you have so she might know something about what’s happening to you. If something’s wrong, you don’t want to wait to find out.”
Frederica didn’t reply for a long moment, just staring at the text on the screen.
“You were right,” she typed finally. “That WAS awkward and uncomfortable.”
“Can’t say I didn’t warn you,” he replied.
“Thanks, though,” she said. “I’ll keep all that in mind.”
He sent a smiley face and they plunged deeper into the crypt. At the bottom they fought a necromancer who summoned hordes of undead against them. But in the end, as usual, they were victorious. When they were finished looting, Frederica said her goodbyes and called Angela.
“Hey, you,” Angela said. “How’s it going?”
“That’s, uh, kind of what I wanted to talk to you about,” Frederica said. “Can we meet?”
Frederica landed outside the mall and weaved through the crowd on her way to the food court. She found Angela hunched over a table in the corner with Leigh Tyrrell sitting across from her.