Colin (Unexpected, #6)

by Cora Rose

I reach out my finger and pet his back, but he turns his tiny little head and snaps his teeth into my skin. Little bugger. I gasp and peel my thumb away, the nerves firing in pain, and stare down at the little rodent. It looks pleased with itself. Well, you’ll meet your unfortunate end, you little twat. Hamsters always do. It’s never a nice, peaceful end either.

I move to Dorito’s cage and see the hamster scrambling about. “Yeah, you little shit. Die already,” I hiss, and Dorito glowers up at me as if to say not today, fucker. I feed him a sunflower seed as a reward for standing up for himself, and he thanks me by biting me fiercely. Ungrateful little rodent.