Spanish Werewolf Uncle… okay.
(Please note that there was another special commissioned mini-interlude released yesterday. If you missed it, click the previous chapter link above to read it.)
“Oh man, if that’s the plan we’re going with, I hope you’ve got some clothes you don’t mind losing.”
It was the next day, and I was out on the grounds with Sean. We were both drinking ice water while we played with Vulcan. The boy was shaking his head at me while he continued. “Cuz I’ve smelled that stuff, and it ain’t gonna come out without some help.” He raised his glass to me before taking sip as ice cubes clinged together.
“And getting help from the staff would mean admitting I was there,” I confirmed. “Don’t worry, Sands made that part really clear. Unfortunately, she also said it’s the best idea she’s got, and I don’t have a better one.” Shrugging, I…
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