Chapter 14“Hey. Cupcake.”
I roused at a shaking of my shoulder and promptly turned over and mumbled, “Yeah, pigeon.” I woke properly as I registered what I’d said. Glancing around Badger’s dim lair, I found it was morning again, early morning.
“Pigeon? What kind of f****d-up dream are you having?”
I sat up and combed my fingers through my hair. “Sorry. I don’t know why I called you that.”
“Oh, you were addressing me?” The c**k of an eyebrow, overdone offense.
“Yeah. You’ve always reminded me of a pigeon.”
“Thanks. I can’t think of any more disgusting possible animal to remind someone of.”
“They’re nicer than badgers. Plus, you know, you’re gray and black, you splatter people with white stuff . . . and anyway, I like pigeons.”
He climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and pressing
