“Pippa sure is sweet,” Camden drawls. He flashes his straight, white teeth, his incisors slightly sharper than the rest of his teeth. “Kind of reminds me—” He pauses as if he’s having to think through his next words. “—of shortcake…” My eyes turn to slits. His smirk tells me he thinks he’s funny, but I don’t find it amusing in the slightest.
