I’m not going to be around here forever, you know.” “Ridiculous,” I grumbled, something uncomfortable and ugly settling in my stomach. I turned away from them to stalk into the kitchen and grabbed a small jar of grayish fur from one of the cabinets. “You’re not allowed to move out. Someone has to watch the shop while I’m working.” When I turned back, a small and fond smile twitched at the Kid’s lips. I didn’t like the weird bubbling it created under my skin.
