Wanted: A Roommate Who Isn't Evil (High Court of the Coffee Bean, #3)

by Jennifer Kropf

On the sidewalk, a childling wiped a tear from his eye. A larger male—likely the boy’s father—stood over him. At first, Luc turned away and continued on his quest, uninterested. But when the father’s voice lifted, and a pained squeal escaped the boy, Luc found himself in the air, appearing at the father’s side just in time to grab the fool’s swinging arm before it might swat the blubbering childling. It wouldn’t have been a hard strike—more like a frustrated jostle—but a father’s strike was a strike, nonetheless. The father’s startled gaze lifted to the fox. Luc’s dark, luminous eyes narrowed upon him. “Who in the world are—” Luc snapped the fool’s nose. It happened so quickly; the father barely had a chance to inhale another breath before a thin stream of blood spurted out of his off-tilt nostrils. “Gah! What’s the matter with you?!” the father spat, slapping a hand over his destroyed snout. “A lot of things,” Luc said in his coolest, smoothest voice. “But mostly, I despise cruel fathers.”

Yay Luc!