“I’m going to need to save my apples for now, but I have something you’ll appreciate.” “If it’s lacy and black, I’m in for that one as well. Dibs on the Devil’s three-way this time,” I tell him very seriously. He gestures to the pregnant shifter’s belly, giving me a silencing look. “It’s not like it knows what I’m saying,” I dutifully inform him. And I thought Emit was stupid.
