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math.”
    Denny smiled. “So you really know about the Holbrook house?”
    Brianna nodded. Her long, slender neck reminded Denny of a swan. “I know a great deal about things mystical, magical, and paranormal. Holbrook House, as you know, is on the magical map.”
    This made Denny laugh. “Magical map? Seriously? Along with witches, doppelgangers, fairies, and elves?”
    “Something like that, yeah. I’m sorry if it’s weird to talk about, but denying something doesn’t make it so.”
    Denny relished the warmth as she wrapped her hands around the tea. “No worries. The house is haunted. All the guide books say so.”
    “Do you always not answer questions?”
    Denny sipped her tea and looked over the top of her mug. Brianna’s eyes were riveting and locked onto hers. “Not about ghosts, no. To be honest...it’s all pretty personal.”
    Brianna nodded. “Fair enough. Then can I ask something about you?”
    “You can ask all you want. I can’t guarantee an answer.”
    Brianna leaned closer, her necklace falling into her ample cleavage. “Are you seeing anyone?”
    Denny looked away before barely nodding. Suddenly, she was feeling very warm.
    “Not the big black guy?”
    Denny laughed. “Oh hell no. I love Victor with all my heart, but he’s gay. Super gay. Pink cape wearing kinda gay.”
    “Really? Wow. I missed that one. Normally my gaydar is spot on.”
    “Most people miss it. He’s one of those who never need a beard. One of the best guys you’ll ever meet, too.”
    “I’ve found in life that good people attract good people.”
    “Yo, Bri,” the other barista yelled. “You taking the day off, or what?”
    Brianna threw down a punch card with her name and number on it as she stood up. “If you ever feel like answering any real questions, or going out to dinner, call me.”
    Watching her walk away, Denny wondered if that day would ever come.
    ***
    T he demon driving the bus looked into the rearview mirror and smiled. Full bus.
    Perfect.
    The humans were such an amazingly trusting group. They lost kids to drunk drivers, to people texting while driving, to old folks who had no business on the road and yet, they kept piling their families into metal death traps and rolling the dice. Hell, even dolphins knew not to swim where the sharks swam, for Satan’s sake. It wasn’t rocket science to know that roads were pathways to death.
    So maybe it was stupidity and not trust.
    Whatever the reason, nearly one hundred thousand lives were lost on these paved roads of death each year––most of them were preventable, and yet, here they were.
    Stupid and trusting.
    They seemed content with never learning from mistakes. They had the technology to shut down cars if a drunkard got in it, but apparently, that technology was too expensive. Lives, apparently, were not priceless, and those in this bus were about to find out just how little they were worth.
    With one turn of the wheel, the demon sent forty-eight more people to their deaths.

    ***
    A s Denny crossed the Quad, yelling and screaming from a drum circle caught her attention. Denny would normally have kept walking, with her head down, minding her own business, but something made her slow down and look up. She seldom interfered in other people’s drama.
    Today, she interfered. Today, she waded through a small crowd to stop an enormous football player from harassing Brianna as she danced about the drum circle. He was taunting her and calling her names.
    “Hey, fucktard,” Denny growled, slinging one back at him. “Back the fuck away from her.” Denny marched up to the football player and shoved him.
    Denny was strong enough to move the player a couple yards and he stumbled backwards, looking stunned that a girl could actually move him.
    “What the fuck are you thinkin’, girl? I oughtta pop your fool head like a zit comin’ up on me like that.”
    Denny bridged the gap in three long strides. In for a penny . “I’m thinking, Jethro , that we stopped