Bells

The Renegades #3. Interconnected Standalones. Dark Romance Fairytale Retelling Obsession. Nah, I wouldn’t call it that. Obsession would imply I gave a damn about the little rodent I was swiping between my paws right now. And the only thing I gave a damn about was whatever could give me the quickest high. This was more of a curiosity… a cat kicking around a dead mouse right before he dropped it off on someone’s doorstep. Which was exactly what I was instructed to do. You find a rat, you call an exterminator. It was simple math. It was also a real Mr. and Mrs. Kuznetsov situation we had going on, seeing as my kotyonok thought she had claws. Little did she know, the only difference between a death toll and a dinner bell was whoever was holding the fork. And this feline couldn’t wait to dig in. Ding-ding, baby. Ding-motherf*cking-ding.