Chapter 4Pitch’s skin had shrunk a size or two. He snarled at Lyra when she asked what he wanted for lunch. He was…horny. The thought of going to a bar and hook up with some random sub turned his stomach.
“What’s up with you?” Lyra glared at him.
“I don’t know. I think I need to shift, to run. We’ve been in this city for too long.”
She sighed. “I like it here. The library is nice, and I was thinking about staying for a bit.”
Pitch wanted to argue, but he didn’t want to leave either. “We can’t live here.” He gestured around the apartment. It was small, hardly holding together, and there were several suspicious stains on the walls and floor.
“No other city will be better. I’m tired of moving, Pitch.”
“If we’re staying here…for a while—” He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave. He should
