“While we’re confessing things…” Constantine glanced over. “Those flowers…” I gasped. “No! You two?” I looked back and forth between them. “I think we may have taken the joke a little too far,” Kansas cringed. “A bit!” I swatted them both, and felt a little less uneasy. I had nothing to worry about. No stalkers, no killers, no cult leaders, just these two who’d protect me with their life.
