“Devyn,” I greet, and his plush lips twitch into the beginnings of a smile. “Bunny,” he says, and my nostrils flare at his nickname for me. I’m anything but cute and fluffy. I’m a fierce wolf who eats bunnies, dammit! His next words stop the anger from forming completely. “Stab anyone today?” “Why?” I cock my head to the side. “You want to turn me in or help me hide the body?” Wicked amusement dances in his eyes. “Depends on how many bodies we’re talking about.” My brows arch. “Why would it depend?” “I just need to know how much acid to get.”
