CHAPTER 13
VAMPIRE
Des-E hates talking. Even before all the s**t we did and saw in the Middle East, he tended to keep to himself. He also loves to eat.
So, I know I’m in trouble when instead of tucking into his own bowl of cereal, he turns to whisper, “You’re f*****g this up for us” after she runs out of the room.
Her door slams at the top of the stairs, as if to punctuate his point.
“That’s right. You tell him, brother.” Hyena jabs a finger at me, his eyes flared wider than a WWE wrestler with a beef. His Mississippi accent is even more pronounced than usual. That happens when he’s pissed.
And just in case there’s any confusion about who he’s blaming for what just happened, he glares at me as he announces, “I’m going to put together another one of them cute boards for her to make up
