Maddy flicked the minuscule piece of wood out of her palm. “I guess you could say I have a job. Other than coffee bitch… One that guarantees I’ll be around until I quit, anyway.” Rubbing her lips together, she decided to level with Theresa, hearkening back to a time Whistler had referenced when Maddy wasn’t so passive, didn’t just warm up the bench. When she was a supernatural somebody.

She withdrew the key from her shirt and it dangled between them on its silver chain. “Think of me as a locksmith. I inherited this key and someday I’ll give it to another person. I’ll shrivel up like a raisin and die. Until that day, here I am. It’s as simple as that. Otherwise, I am perfectly human.”