Andrea rolled her eyes. “Have I told you that you’re a helicopter parent?” “I’m going to be the Wrath of Hell parent in a minute.” I crouched by the bed. “You lift, I grab.” “Okay.” Andrea gripped the edge of the massive bed and jerked it up like it weighed nothing. A black lion cub the size of a small Chow Chow darted toward her. I lunged for him and missed. He snarled and locked his teeth on Andrea’s shin. “Ow!”
