Staring down at the dead animal, I swallowed hard. “Think of it as a Christmas gift.” Dax blinked at me. “A Christmas gift?” “Gypsy’s just getting in the holiday spirit.” “Since when are dead squirrels considered presents?” “The laws of the wild are different than ours. You know this.” His lips flattened. “What I know is that her kills are getting bigger. She’s escalating.”
