There’s something weird about his hair.
And— “Peggy.”
I start to rise, but he shoves me back down while he circles me. “Under the camper. Neutralize the threat first.”
“Neutralize the threat?”
Something whizzes overhead, then more sparks explode in the campfire.
“Where the fuck are you, you little assholes?” Giselle growls somewhere nearby but not nearly close enough.
There’s a creak in the night, then skittering like claws on metal, and Davis ducks again while something flies in the night, lands in the campfire, and makes sparks explode again.
“Try that again and you’re getting the wrong end of my Christmas gift from Sarah Ryder, you goddamn punk rodent,” Giselle says.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
We’re under attack.
By…rodents?
What is my life?What the actual fuck is my life right now?
I don’t know where my cat is.
Davis is trying to pull me away from the fire while I’m barely on my knees andmove, Sloane, goddammit, move.
There’s an odd shriek—definitely not human—and then Giselle’s next to Davis. “How many more?”
“Two. Top of the camper.Fuck. Sloane. Get inside.”
They both duck whilesomethingthrows something at them.
“I’m not fucking leaving my cat out here alone!” I shriek.
“Okay. Okay. She went under the—goddammit, stop throwing things.”
Another shower of sparks explodes from the campfire, and this time, they fall all around us even though we’re getting farther from the fire.
“What are they?” I manage to flip on my phone’s flashlight and aim it under the camper.
Davis answers. “Raccoons. Whole family of them. Get away from the fire. I don’t know what they’re throwing, but it’s flammable.”
I don’t give two flying fucks about flammable raccoon games.
I give two fucks about?—
“Peggy.” I spot her huddled against the back tires on the other side of the camper. “Oh, sweet baby, it’s okay. Come to Mama, and we’ll go inside where it’s safe.”
She doesn’t move.
Can’t blame her.
Davis drops to my side. “Did they hurt you? Are you hurt? Scratched? Did the one who jumped on you bite you?”
“My cat. Get my cat.” Crap.
