Sloane took a deep breath. “Faris?” My Baby Fang startled at the sound of his name. “Yeah?” “Would you? Cut the cord?” Faris’ mouth fell open. “Really?” His entire face lit up, and it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. “Yeah. I want you to be the one,” Sloane replied, blinking rapidly, and I caught the look of adoration it earned him from Fischer. “Why?” Faris narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Because, I don’t want you missing out on anything anymore.”
