She finally figured out how to access the dog toy I stuffed with vanilla frosting—the kind made to keep pets busy—and her face is caked with the stuff. Mack shoots me a scolding look. “I can’t believe you brought her.” I might have forgiven Ruby for the darkling mess, but Mack hasn’t. “Ruby hasn’t been off campus in years.” “Have you ever considered there’s a reason for that?” Mack mutters
