Felix
The little minx showed up about two and a half hours after she had run off to “do homework.” She sauntered into Alex’s room, dressed in pink pyjamas. She blushed as soon as we looked up at her. She was looking at the territory map with some curiosity. I quickly put it away before she asked a question and Alex went off on a tangent and explained every pack law ever invented.
She walked hesitantly towards the bed. She always acted so shy one minute and so sassy the next. I snatched her up, pulling her onto my lap.
“You had her all morning!” Protested Calix.
“That’s because she came to me and woke me up. She wanted her Felix,” I explained matter-of-factly.
Chasity’s blush deepened.
“Do you have a favourite?” Asked Calix.
“Calix, that’s childish, don’t ask her that. She’s all of o
