I tried not to laugh. “Guess that’s karma.”
“Karma for what?” Axel demanded, holding the dog away from his body like a ticking bomb.
“Everything. Just … everything.”
He held up his drink. “To disasters.”
“To keeping her safe,” I corrected.
“Same thing, buddy.” He looked down at his shirt with disgust. “Especially if this demon dog is part of the package.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“It just produced a substance that shouldn’t exist in nature. I’m being exactly the right amount of dramatic.”
46
RYKER
SINNERS AND SAINTS GROUP CHAT
Blake: How’s Faith this morning?
Me: She’s making breakfast. Aggressively whisking eggs. I think she’s working up to say something.
Blake: What do you mean, working up to say something?
Me: She keeps starting sentences and then stopping. Just … whisking harder.
Axel: Oh God. She’s going to confess something. This is it. This is how you find out she’s actually guilty.
Blake: AXEL, I’m going to fucking punch you the next time I see you.
Axel: OR she collects human eyeballs as a hobby. Will you still want her when you’re just empty sockets, Ryker?
Jace: Jesus Christ.
Me: Why are you like this?
Axel: I’m helping! Preparing you for worst-case scenarios.
Me: She just stopped whisking.
Axel: MID-WHISK?
Axel: What’s her face doing?
Me: She’s staring at the eggs. Just … staring.
Axel: That’s either contemplating murder or practicing her confession.
Blake: Shut the fuck up, Axel. Nobody is murdering anyone.
Axel: Again. Nobody is murdering anyone AGAIN.
Me: She’s walking over here.
Axel: With the whisk?
