Her Rabid Beasts (Her Vicious Beasts, #2)

by E.P. Bali

But now I can see Scythe, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. I grin at him. “Daddy shark do-do-do,” I sing. “Daddy shark do-do-do-do.” I lick my lips. “It’s a children’s song. Do you know it, gang boss?”