Chapter 12
“Thank you,” Oyo told me ten minutes later as I handed over a pair of jogging pants. She sounded so genuinely grateful for such a small gift that I paused in the act of rooting through my as-yet-to-be-unpacked boxes in search of a semi-matching shirt.
“Hey, I should be the one thanking you,” I told her before delving deeper into the mess of fabric. “I had no idea what to tell Kira. You must have a big family to know exactly what to say.”
“A big family?”
Right. Kitsunes didn’t come from big families. Barring those who made a mistake with birth control and chose to sacrifice their own lives for the sake of a second child, we were a one-mother-one-daughter kind of race.
In an attempt to pull my foot out of my mouth, I pivoted verbally to the subject I’d lured Oyo into my room
