Chapter 8
“I woke up this morning clueless that I might be maimed to within an inch of my life at the claws of a pissed-off wolf-daddy. Had I had even an inkling something like that might happen, I would have stayed in bed.” ~Costin
“Dammit all, she just puked again,” Fane said as he tried to keep the blanket between him and Thia so no more of her baby vomit would get on his clothes.
“Is that what smells like curdled milk?” Costin asked.
Fane nodded. “It’s all over her … and me. If we return her to Jen and Decebel like this, Decebel won’t be the only one who wants to kill us.”
“Is there a change of clothes in that diaper bag?”
“Probably,” Fane said as he went back into the bathroom. They’d been planning to take Thia straight back to her parents, but then she’d projectile vomited all
