“Sorry, I forgot to tell you that Apollo loves”—he cups his hands around his mouth, whispering dramatically—“baths.” “Yeah, thanks for a heads-up on that. Side note: I’d like to put in a request for a working lock, please. To keep out all the dogs.” Thayden laughs. “And what about the mice?” “Them too.” “And the wolves?” That smile is just like a lasso, perfectly thrown, tightening around my poor heart and bringing me down to my knees.
