#Chapter175
/"What in the shit?/" I asked as he led us down the infant aisle.
/"Language, Isaac,/" he reminded me, but he put a hand on my shoulder. I jerked back. I had walked beside him, not touching him. I was so not ready for public displays of affection. /"This . . . just hear me out./"
I was glaring, I realized. /"Fine,/" I snapped. /"But I already fucking hate what you have to say and you haven't even spoken yet./"
/"We ordered some things off the internet while you were feeling, erm, while you were my Little Eyes. They should come soon but I thought in the meantime maybe there would be something here that would interest you in case you slipped again before they arrive./"
/"Blake said all this is your fault,/" I accused, aware that I was slightly twisting his words. /"He said you're the reason I was acting like a fucking freak./"
