I looked over at Roscoe who was still holding his stomach. “What a great guy.”
“Damn, is he gettin’ stronger? Jeez.”
“Back to the topic at hand. Do you want to stay on Mosavi’s bad side? Because I sure as hell don’t. We’ve already got targets on our backs after the shit you and Austin pulled that night, and we can’t exactly leave this town to live somewhere else. Hell, it was hard enough finding this place, and it was only because Mosavi intervened.”
Roscoe looked back at me and slipped a piece of French toast on a little plate, squirting some syrup on it before scooting it toward me.
“Plus,” I sighed and picked up the plate and fork, setting it in my lap, “I don’t think he’s a bad person, and I think I really like Willa.”
“I ain’t lettin’ my guard down.” The werewolf placed more battered bread into the pan.
“You just got the wind knocked out of you by asubby and softwerewolf. I didn’t even know you had a guard to put up.”
“You know what I mean. We don’t know what his motives really are, and anyone who hates ferals ain’t someone I want to get to know better.”
“He told me that the woods and the ferals are cursed. That’s why they look so different. He’s protecting us from that and the witches.”
Roscoe didn’t seem all that concerned as he fried the other side of the bread.
“Considering how freaked out you are about curses, I kind of expected you to care about cursed woods.”
“They didn’t seem cursed to me.” Roscoe flipped the French toast and caught it in his mouth. “They seemed happy.”
“They couldn’t even talk. That’s not normal.”
“How do you know?” he asked with his mouth full. “How do you know that any ofthisis normal, and that’s not the way we’re supposed to live?”
“Because we were human,” I answered, taking a last bite before setting the empty plate next to me. “We were born human, Roscoe.”
He flipped another piece of toast into his mouth.
“Can you use a plate, please?”
“Better like this,” he said, barely chewing before swallowing. “Plus, that’s more dishes for you to do.”
“Me?” I jumped off the counter. “I’m not cleaning this up!”
“I cooked the food, and you ate it. Now you gotta work it off.”
The room turned silver, but I remembered something that calmed me back down.
“I found something in the shed the other day.”
Roscoe’s eyes shifted to the hallway, and he braced himself to run.
“Don’t bother,” I said, pushing him back. “I already moved it to a place you’ll never find. I’d imagine Darryl would have a field day using all that stuff on you when he gets here.”
“All right, I’ll clean,” he responded with a slight whine. “I knew I shoulda just thrown all that magic shit away.”
“That was the laziest hiding place. It was literally sitting on the top shelf. What, did you think I wouldn’t be able to see it?”
“I didn’t think you’d actually go in there,” he answered.
“Use the Fabuloso.” I pulled the spray bottle and a washcloth from under the kitchen sink and set them next to the stove. “I want this place to smell like Sunday at Abuela’s,” I added, before walking out.
Adam had been on a warpath for nearly twenty minutes, screaming at Roscoe and Austin for eating his chips. After they allegedly proved their innocence, he turned his sights onto me.
“All right, asshole. Where are my white cheddar popcorn chips?”
