Eventually, Hunt did.
Bobo tipped his head to one side in question.
Bobo sucked in a horrified breath, yanked his chin into his neck, and winced like he was sucking on the sourest of all lemons.
Layla tossed back her head and let out a loud whoosh of an exhale.
Brady said with a rocking shudder.
Griffin scooted closer, his hand resting on my thigh.
he asked. He pointed at dead Magnum.
Bobo shook his head.
Griffin said.
Hunt commented, flicking the dangling turquoise of his silver earring.
Brady arched his brow before glancing at his sister.
Layla said right away, popping up from my bed just to kick Magnum’s foot with her sneaker.
I, however, never again wanted to touch another part of that man’s body—not any of his bodies. Not even to slice him open for answers.
Griffin told them with a meaningful and pointed look at me.
Bobo tipped his head in the opposite direction from before.
Griffin mumbled to himself.
Bobo interrupted.
Bobo pointed his snout toward the ceiling. Then he looked at us, next me specifically.
Layla asked.
Hunt leaned forward with another swinging flick of his earring. He sat up straighter.
Brady said.
Layla mumbled.
Bobo was tilting his head back and forth to either side.
Hunt asked,
