Chapter Eighteen
“Sometimes children are the best kind of therapy.” ~Sally
“Titus.” Gavril’s deep voice filled the playroom as Sally and Kara walked in.
“Yes, Uncle Gavril?” Titus carried a kicking Thia out with him. She had markers hanging from her mouth, and her arms and legs were covered in all different colors.
“Who played with the markers last?”
“I’d think that’s pretty obvious.” Sally took a seat on the floor and tapped the ground for Kara to join her.
“Before Thia got a hold of them,” the male wolf clarified.
Titus’s eyes dropped as he looked away from Gavril. “I did.”
“And what happens when the markers get left out where Thia can find them?”
Kara shrugged. “Again, pretty obvious.”
Gavril turned his stern gaze on the two females. Both held up their hands. “Sorry,” Sally gr
