Two women stepped in, the older one obviously Drew's mom, and the other just as obviously Drew's sister by her age and also the striking resemblance.
They matched the well-appointed house in a way I distinctly didn't. like clothes, nice make-up, that overall perfectly-groomed and polished look that I didn't understand how any human achieved.
Well, they weren't human. Maybe that helped.
I stood there awkwardly, feeling extremely human and shabby, as they hugged Drew and made their way into the living room.
And then they both turned their terrifying focus on me. Somehow, I managed not to shrink in on myself and try to disappear.
"This must be…Ash," Drew's mother said, without a trace of warmth. She looked me up and down with chilly dark eyes, her mouth tightening.
"Sorry," Drew said, in a way that suggested he was apologising to her…but looking directly at me, his own dark eyes worried and pleading. I locked my gaze with his and took a deep breath.
