The door opened and Owen stood off to the side, shirt on and coffee cup in hand, gesturing for them to file in. "I need to be awake if I'm going to deal with Anyssa."
She curtsied. "My pleasure," she sneered. "I see you're still a jerk."
"Four years ain't gonna change that."
"Obviously. Owen, this is my best friend, Liz, and her friend, Eugene. We were just stopping by on our way to Cerulean to see Bill."