Jordan and Omar looked at Danny before slowly turning to me, with an expression that could only be described as mortified.
I took a few sips of beer while all three watched me and waited for my reaction.
I turned to Jordan, who flinched when my eyes landed on him.
"Since when had Danny been so lucky?"
"Ah. Ah-ha-ha." He laughed nervously, and I think he stepped on Danny's foot under the table, the latter wincing.
"Oh, we aren't sure, but around the time we started hunting rats." He scratched his head and leaned back before he took a big gulp of his vodka.
"Did you receive any memories that would hint at you having killed your counterpart rat?" I asked Danny, who seemed disappointed and annoyed.
"No memories," he said curtly while crossing his arms.
"Maybe a counterpart rat saw you and merged with you somehow." I thought for a bit and found that the most convincing.
If that was true, my grandmother had been scarily spot-on by calling Danny a blonde rat.
