“As you can see, this one won’t spray since I’m on her side, so it feels safe,” Irene said, looking at the skunk afterward. “She’s a good girl. Aren’t you, Misty?”
Jackson’s jaw tightened, moving his spear to the side. "You named it?"
“Of course,” Irene answered, her smile widening as the skunk became clingy to her. “She’s been following me for a while now. And I think she likes us."
“Is that thing even capable of liking us?” Jackson couldn’t help but ask, his brows furrowing.
Irene’s eyes narrowed, giving Jackson a deadly glare.
“You’re hurting her feelings,” she said coldly, then proceeded to caress the skunk’s chin. “Misty, don’t mind him, okay? I think he just wasn’t pet-friendly.”
In a disappointed voice, she added, “Something I didn’t expect…”
Hearing those words, Jackson shoo
