Coal whirls on him. “What’d you do? Where’d she go?” Hex studies Coal’s growing alarm. “It was created with Halloween’s magic. It wasn’t real, Coal. It was magic.” “Don’t talk about our baby that way, sweetheart.” Hex’s eyes bulge. “Our what?” “I was already thinking of names.” Hex massages his temple with a long-suffering sigh. “Again, it was not a real cat.” “You killed our child. So heartlessly. I’m not sure I like this side of you.”
I will never not love the banter between Coal & Hex
