heart's desire • randall carpio

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"Get it out, Hamish!" Randall shouted as Lilith and I attempted a goal on the foosball table.

"Kyle is a dead werewolf." Jack walked into the house.

"No 'hello?' Rude." Randall replied.

"Where've you been?" Lilith asked.

"I told you. I was being hunted by a necromancer." Jack told us, clearly annoyed.

"Oh." I replied.

"Oh? She could see the future. She had an army of dead bodies and she was trying to kill me!" Jack shouted.

"Did she get you?" Randall asked.

"No, she didn't get me." Jack answered.

Randall scored a goal and they started celebrating while Lilith and I gave them annoyed looks.

"I got stabbed, you know. Magic blade." Hamish told him.

"I know." Jack nodded.

"Wound would not heal." Hamish continued.

"Thanks to your magic douche-posse." I added.

"They're not my magic douche-posse, and I told you how to fix it." Jack sassed back.

"You told us to read a book." I corrected him.

"You said, and I quote 'it's brown.'" Randall added.

"So, thanks for that." Lilith told him.

"I can't tell if you guys are mad at me or not." Jack spoke.

"We're just happy you're home." Hamish smiled at him.

I scored a goal.

"Ha! Suck it! Three in a row." I shouted and high-fived Lilith.

"Damn it, Hamish." Randall sighed, walking into the living room.

We all followed after him as he threw himself onto the sofa.

"Well, for what it's worth, it doesn't sound like The Order has any idea who's a wolf, or how many there are, so...we might be safe." Jack told us.

Hamish walked over to the sofa and lifted Randall's feet of it then sat down.

I placed myself between them.

"So, what was this Magical Misery Tour all about?" Randall asked.

"Coventry sent us to pick up this device that lets you talk to the dead. Alyssa said it would help him find someone, but she didn't say who." Jack explained the reason that lead to him being hunted down.

"Ah. Does it work?" Randall questioned this device.

"Who'd you call?" I asked him.

"Your mom?" Lilith guessed.

"If it was her, not a version I wanna remember." Jack nodded.

"Is that why you look like someone killed your dog?" Hamish asked.

"That, and I'm pretty sure Alyssa hates me." Jack told us.

"Aw, I think he actually cares." Lilith teased him.

"Genuine heartbreak face." Hamish agreed.

"Hey, man. We've all been there." Randall told him.

"You've all lost a girlfriend after being hunted by a necromancer for a magic phone that calls dead people?" Jack asked.

"Yes. Metaphorically, yes." Randall nodded.

"Fear not. The Knights of Saint Christopher have a foolproof cute got a broken heart." Hamish stood up.