Chapter Twenty-Eight
RHYS
Me: Who can I bribe to do a Daily Rise run?
Malice: I’ll go!
Me: I owe you. Two banana muffins, two Sunrise Brioche, two morning fog lattes.
Wrath: Since when did you start drinking morning fog lattes?
Me: None of your business
Wrath: No, no, we need to know now.
Malice: Was it when you fell in love with a certain raven haired beauty?
Me: Fuck you two.
Malice: Told you you were getting soft
Me: You said Mr. Bun-Buns made me lose my edge. Not that I was getting soft
Chaos: It’s five in the fucking morning, could you all go to hell?
Malice: Well they both made you soft then
Malice: Wait! Did you do the dirty in front of him?
Me: In front of who?
Malice: MR. BUN-BUNS
Me: He’s a pet Mal it’s not a big deal
Malice: The horror! Little guy is going to be scarred for life
Me: I think he’ll be fine.
Me: Now get me that stuff so I can feed my woman
Malice: I think the term you’re looking for is queen