“Bumblebee bee,” my mother says, breaking the tension like a hammer. “Tell me, how exactly you did you did you end up getting yourself hurt out there today?”
Jace's smile broadens at my mothers nick nickname. Me mouths, Bumblebee? With a raised brow.
I mouth back, don’t start.
I turn back to my mother. “I got tackled by three idiots and bit while Jace and I were…out on a run.”
“Three?” Mom repeats, frowning. “It was three?”
“Yeah,” I say, too casual. “They were fast.”
Jace’s jaw tightens. “We’ll find them. And when we do, we’ll make sure whatever pit the crawl out of is cleared of danger to.”
“How sweet,” My mother says, much too hopefully.
“I handled it,” I say sharply. “Tooth and all.”
He doesn’t look convinced. “Still—”
“Still nothing,” I cut in. “I’m not some fragile pup, Jac
