The phone rang again for the fourth time. Stephanie was coming out of the bathroom and heard it still ringing.

Nathan was so stubborn, she grabbed the phone and placed it on her ear. “What?”

“Four is really a lucky number. Stephanie, will you be mad at me forever? C’mon, I’ve said I’m sorry already. Won’t you wish me luck in war?”

Stephanie scoffed. “Are you fighting in war?” She really wanted to know. Was he fighting as a human or as whatever creature he was?

“Well, nevertheless, you should wish me luck, no matter how angry you are. That’s what a friend should do. Or girlfriend.”

She rolled her...