“I’m not the only one with possessive issues.” I rub my shoulder. “He might be small, but damn, his bite is hard.” “He didn’t …” Parker says, sounding exactly like one of those parents who can’t believe when their child does something naughty. “Oh, he did.” I take my shirt off and show off the mark. And yes, I am tattling on a rat. It’s not bleeding, but there’re two little teeth marks in my skin.
