TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING
She bites her lower lip, physically vibrating with the effort of holding the thought inside her skull.
I reach out, digging my fingers hard into her arm. I step heavily on her foot, trying to ground her. Don’t fucking say it, I project desperately with my mind.
She completely fails.
“The Pennys,” Queenie blurts out, her voice cracking as she points between the two of them with an awful, hysterical laugh. “I mean, come on, you have to hear it. It is literally right there. The Pennys. The Pennis. That is just a penis. You operate a mystical business as Mr. and Mrs. Penis.”