Tristan“The ghoul is your babysitter?” I asked.
“I don’t see why not. Leo is crazy about him. Finding a babysitter for a shifter isn’t easy.” Liv frowned at her paint-speckled arm.
“Gary isn’t a shifter.”
“He’s a paranorm.” Liv continued painting. “My son needs to know others like himself. That’s why we’re here. And we’re not leaving. So whatever problem you have with me, let’s clear the air right now.”
“I need a break.”
“Running away? Look, Tristan, I get that I’m your least favorite person. Ted is dead by his own negligence. I’m sorry. But Leo needs others like himself. I don’t want him growing up feeling like he’s weird or that he doesn’t have a place to belong.”
“You’re not my least favorite person.” I stepped outside to get some fresh air. Those paint fumes were getting to me. T
