Chapter 1032 What Is He?
- Alex
- Toby braces his hands on either side of the bundle of blue fabric on my bed, tilting his head and squinting at the little fist reaching through the folds of a baby blanket. “Was he born with fangs?” He reaches like he’s about to stick his filthy fingers in my son’s mouth.
- I swat his hand away. “No, of course not. He’s a baby.”