“So what’s the plan?” Violet asks, scampering up to stand beside me and linking her arm with my own. “Do I need a tarp?” I blink at her wordlessly, wondering what the hell goes through that pretty little head of hers. “A tarp?” I repeat blankly. She nods seriously. “To catch the blood.” My heart warms exponentially. Before I can stop myself, I press my lips to her head.
