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How did I explain Karen was secondhand Tasering me . . . and I liked it? Do the Olympian health clinics offer lobotomies?
Poco bared his sharp teeth and shook his head. Then he held his black paw up higher, like he was waiting for something. “No treats.” I grabbed my head. He chittered louder, our bond heating with anxiety. Poco clasped his tiny hands together, then held one up to me. “Oh,” I whispered. Tentatively, I bent over and gave him my pointer finger. Poco clutched it, his miniature hand unable to wrap fully around it. Gently Poco tugged me forward, balancing against me as he led the way on two fluffy legs. Moisture blurred my vision. “Thank you.” He chittered back. Warmth flooded the bond between us.
POCO MY BABY :(
Poco chittered, clapping his hands to get Kharon’s attention. Kharon put the scroll down, then pivoted. “Pow,” he said as he pretended to shoot Poco with a finger gun. There was a long pause as they stared at each other. Poco slumped over like he was dead. Three seconds later, he popped up and screamed, gray fur sticking out in all directions, as he aimed two finger guns back. Kharon slumped back with his eyes closed, tongue out. Poco chittered with excitement. They high-fived each other, then proceeded to play the “shooting” game no less than a dozen times.
Nothing in life was more powerful than two women affirming each other’s horrible life choices.
“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” Augustus shouted. “Why do I keep finding you like this? You’re both kissing as you bleed out?”
“I like the muzzled one best,” Nyx said. “And the raccoon mother second best. I prefer men who don’t speak. Men should be seen—slaughtering and protecting—not heard. I’ve always said this.”
