96K. I was going to post a snippet but I can’t find anything unspoilery. Here is a tiny bit of Julie for you. 🙂
I walked into the Applebees wearing my work clothes. Sarrat’s weight rested comfortably between my shoulders. Curran walked next to me. He wanted to wear sweatpants, because “they tear easier.” I asked him if he wanted me to get him some male stripper jeans so he could avoid looking like a Russian gangster from pre-Shift movies, after which he got all offended and put on a pair of regular jeans instead.
Julie brought her axes. She also wore her big black steel-toed boots, the burgundy-colored sweater I knitted for her, and a short pleated skirt. Some things had no logical explanation. You just had to roll with it.
The hostess looked at the three of us and pointed to the sign above her head. “We have a strict no weapons policy.”
“What if my fists are lethal weapons?” Julie asked.