It took her a moment to realize one of them had addressed her. It wasn't normal for them to acknowledge her existence, let alone address her.
"Sightseeing," she managed, unable to think of any other excuse.
Molly appeared skeptical while the others exchanged knowing looks with each other. Another wild adventure by the black sheep of a sister that was dear Hannah's.She'd heard them say it.
"It's an interesting tattoo," another said with forced interest. "What does Rhyn mean in Gaelic?"
"Nothing, I don't think," she responded.
"Is it Old French or English?" another asked.
She glanced at her sister, who seemed interested as well.
"No," she said.
"What is it?" Hannah pushed.
"It's a name," Molly said.
Katie met her gaze. Amusement was deep in Molly's gaze, though she made no effort to come to her rescue.
"Oooooh, you had some sort of fling over there, didn't you?" one asked, interested for the first time.
"Not exactly."
Katie sipped her tea, hot from head to toe. Sensing some sort of lurid story, all five of them waited for her to speak.
"I actually got married while there." She forced the words out.
"No!" Hannah exclaimed.
All four women gasped in unison. At the end of her patience, she rose.
"Going to the little girl's room."
And she marched off, chest tight.
It was not the relaxing day she'd hoped for. She sat on a couch inside the gold lacquered bathroom, rubbing her face. She ignored the door opening until someone spoke to her.
"You're that new, aren't you?"
She looked up at Molly's voice. The svelte model wore towering boots and a one- piece cat suit that left nothing to the imagination. Molly rolled one legging up to display a tattoo similar to the tattoo around Katie's neck. It read Fendril, apparently the name of Molly's mate. She replaced the legging and perched delicately on the loveseat beside Katie. Molly dug through her purse to retrieved a familiar brownish cube, like the ones Katie'd eaten to stay alive in Hell.
Shocked, Katie hesitated and then took it, the sugary taste soothing her headache as she swallowed.
"Your Ancient drew too much too fast," Molly said. "He needs to learn some control. It's worse than a hangover."
"He's always gentle," Katie replied. "For whatever reason, people like to attack me."
"Oh. Have another." Molly offered her a food and water cube, both of which lessened the pain throbbing through her.