“Is Dobrov alright?” Sip yelled, her eyes fixed on the other boat as we shot past.
“First name ‘who’ second name ‘cares,’” Lisabelle yelled over her shoulder right before she reached out and grabbed another spear out of midair.
Not to be deterred by the scariest paranormal at Public, Sip shot back, “First name ‘SIP’ second name ‘QUEST.’ We owe him that much!”