“That’s not a thing,” Caleb grunted. “So you think the Werewolf would finish first?” Roxy asked curiously, her head still inside the box, a faint glow from her Faelight illuminating one side of her straight face. She was damn good at this. “He…what…I dunno. How would I know that?” Caleb asked, glancing at me again, and I shrugged.
They are evil
