Bobo’s ears stood straighter, his tail pointed menacingly, and a growl rumbled deep in his chest.
Hunt asked of Magnum.
Bobo growled harder.
Layla’s brow scrunched.
I lowered my face for another kiss to his head.
Hunt said.
Bobo emphasized with incessant growling. He looked at me.
Bobo whined.
My friends glanced from him to me.
Layla said.
I barely breathed.
My thought fizzled out.
Brady asked, pointing at each of them.
Bobo answered, affixing an accusatory glower on the body on the floor and growling some more.
Layla asked.
I sat back, leaning into my hands while Brady whistled.
he said.
I finally murmured.
Brady asked.
Again, that was all I had.
Layla breathed, twirling the colorful feathers in her hair. She sucked in a gasp.
the rest of us demanded at the same time.
—she pinched the flesh of her arm around the outline of a tattoo in progress—
Appropriately horrified at the prospect, she gaped at us. She grimaced.
I wanted to know. In truth, I really, reallyneededto know. But I didn’t want to be the one to ask the damn question.
