Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

MEGHAN

Meghan: Goodnight, Sebastian. I hope you enjoyed your dreams last night.

Sebastian: Little Banshee, you have no idea. But it doesn’t compare to the real life experience.

Meghan: Real life, hmm? Maybe you need your own little drawer of wonders.

Incoming FaceTime call from Sebastian.

Declined.

Sebastian: WTF, answer my call.

Meghan: I don’t think so, buddy.

Sebastian: I want to see what’s in that “little drawer”.

Meghan: That seems like an in-person thing. The camera won’t do it justice.

Sebastian: What’s your address?

Meghan: OMG, go to bed! You have a game tomorrow, remember?

Sebastian: Thanks for the reminder, mom.

Meghan: Anytime, sweet-ums.

Sebastian: So… are you coming tomorrow night? To my game.

Meghan: Yes. Now go to sleep.

Sebastian: One last question.

Meghan: What...

Sebastian: Do you sleep naked?

Meghan: GOODNIGHT, SEBASTIAN.

Sebastian: Night, Baby.