Pack Darling Part Two

by Lola Rock

Watching me the same way I watch lava cakes, Finn offers me a shard of green pottery. “Killed it for you.” “What…” I suck in a breath because holy shit. The toe-breaking toad is dead. The perfect gift. He pushes it into my palm before I can react.

“Yes.” Finn bares his throat, eyes lighting like lanterns. “Make me, Star.”

Fucker probably has snake scales. I’ll pop them off one-by-one and use ‘em to make Lilah a little clutch. She needs somewhere to keep my leash.

“And we needed cash,” Finn adds. “Stars are expensive.”