Chapter 18 – An Invitation

• “Damn,” Anton murmurs, tapping his fingers soundlessly on the table while he processes everything Laila just said. “That is…that is definitely not the bedtime stories I was told as a child.”
• “Oh,” Laila says, turning to him with wide-eyed interest. “What kind of stories did you have?”
• “About a mouse,” he answers instantly, quite earnest, snapping his gaze to hers, “that would come and take the teeth you lost as a child, give you money for them –“