A small shape marred the skin there, and upon closer inspection, Thea tipped her head back, suddenly unable to breathe for the hilarity of it. She clutched her stomach, tears streaming down her face as she wheezed. ‘Tell me that’s not a —’ ‘Laughing Fox?’ Kipp finished for her, grinning. ‘I’m afraid so.’ ‘Fuck you, Kipp,’ Cal growled, trying to wriggle away from their friend, who still had him pinned to the floor. ‘I know you’re to blame for it. You were there, whispering in —’
