Theodore
I would have preferred him to be half crow.
Actually, no. That would have been weird.
And also a bit freakish.
Moving the bag of ice on my forehead as the room starts spinning again, I sigh. “Your mom doesn’t like me, by the way.”
“Is that the only thing you took away from all this?” he chuckles, moving to sit at my feet and take my legs into his lap.
“No,” I exhale exhausted, closing my eyes as I shift the ice bag on my face again. “It’s just the only thing I can manage to not cope with as the other things seem like coming out of a fever dream of a person with a lot of issues. So, they are out of my league anyway.”
Caressing my leg, he laughs out loud, and I lift my ice pack to observe him.
“You don’t have to worry about my mother not liking you. It’s been a few hu
