“Okay, Shitflicker. I guess you passed the test. Fionn will be home in fifteen to sort you out.” “Hold on a second. You haven’t told us why the fuck you’re here,” I say as Rose rakes a dismissive smirk over my features. “Maybe I’m Fionn’s Girl-chick, Mr. Man-guy Flick-a-shit.” Sloane snorts a laugh. I take her good elbow, guiding her to the couch as I keep my glare pinned on Rose. “God help us all.”
