Chapter 39 - Charlie

Hakeem, who happens to be the closest to the door, goes to stand in front of it. Before opening it, he scents the air.

Incense, Hakeem links to us all. He looks through the peephole. I got two blondes out here. One’s about Meredith’s height, the other about just a little taller than Citra.

Whispering into the phone, Zak asks, “What does your sister look like? What’s her name?”

“Blonde. Slightly taller than me. A ton of expertly applied make-up. Stepford Wives clothing. Perfect manicure. Snooty, holier-than-thou expression on her face. Her name’s Celeste.” Citra does not sound happy at all to have to deal with her sister.

Hakeem scoffs with laughter in the link. Described to a “t.” Take it she and her sister don’t really get along.

“The other high priestess is Isabella Martin. Don’t really know anything about her,” Citra adds.

“Alright, we’ll let them in. I’m gonna Facetime you so you can see them,” Zak says at a normal speaking volume as Hakeem unchains and