#Chapter182
‘What are you talking about?’ I am completely baffled.
‘He’s talking about your new guard dog taking a liking to my fucking leg—Your fucking cat!!’ Alexi snaps at me, irate, openly annoyed and bends down to rub his leg under the knee and then his thigh. It’s the first time I notice three little dots of blood appearing through the denim of his jeans he’s wearing. I stifle a smile as it dawns on me that he has just been epically mauled by my good little boy.
‘Feral attacked you?’ I can’t help the giggling that bursts forth through my words, and he glares at me, straightening up and snarls my way. All thoughts that he might come back nicer than he left a week ago die a death.
‘That flea bitten psycho should be run over,’ he narcs and I just narc right back.
