Demir
I peak over Geneva’s shoulder as she hasn’t stopped scribbling in her notebook and texting her friend about it. It’s not that I’m curious on what she’s about now but I need to know if she’s plotting some grand plan to get rid of me. Like murder me in my sleep or anything like that.
Color me surprised. It’s a shopping list of all things.
“What the hell do you need chicken legs for?” I ask and she jumps in her seat on the couch, she definitely didn’t hear me approach. My lion huffs in approval inside my head.
“None of your business, Mr. Lion,” she counters immediately, hiding the notebook away from me. She’s still bitter about what I said earlier. “Don’t think that just because you groped me on that bed you get a pass to my secrets.” There is barely any malice in her words this tim
