They Are Coming Over

Aisha's face reappeared, now dangerously close to the camera—her dark eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned in. "Sooooo...can we come over?" Her grin turned borderline feral. "We'll bring treats."

"No—" I started, but Sanah clapped her hands over my mouth, bouncing in place with enough **** to make the bell jingle erratically.

"YES! Bring the good snacks!" she crowed, ignoring my muffled protests. "And Nyla—bring those fluffy pink dog ears we found at the thrift store!"

The call dissolved into chaotic shrieks of agreement, Aisha already yelling something about "training commands" before the screen went black. Sanah turned to me with a terrifyingly innocent smile, her fingers drumming against my collarbone. "Don't look so nervous, puppy," she murmured, tapping the bell twice—tinny chimes mocking my impending doom. "They'll go easy on you...probably."

Somewhere in the distance, a car door slammed. The Demon Squad had arrived.