“You defended yourself,” Wes reminds Mica as he pries the talons apart. He tries to do as gently as possible for both Frank’s and Mica’s sakes but it’s harder than it looks. “Can you relax for me? You’re safe now.” And Wes swears if this’s the reason Mica gets nightmares, somebody’s going to pay.
“Er…How do I do that?” Mica asks, her eyes wide.
“Fast,” Randy says. “So he doesn’t bleed out.”
Mica turns wide eyes to him and meeps. The white hair next to her ears rises to show her alarm. Oblivious to this new development, she starts sputtering. “You…you…you!” Suddenly and easily, she lets go. She must’ve wanted to gesture something when talking didn’t work. Or perhaps slap Randy.
Wes sure would like to—not hard, after all, Randy did good, but it’s the principle of the matter. Luckily, Oll
