Chapter 118
- MILICENT
- “She likes it,” Zayne muttered, rubbing the back of his head with a pout that didn’t fool anybody. “She tolerates it,” I corrected, though my lips were tugging at a smile I couldn’t fight.
- Mrs. D was pulling vegetables out of her basket, moving around the kitchen like she’d memorized every inch of it, when she cleared her throat. “Oh, before I forget, your father sent word.”