“Eww! What stinks in here?”
Cressa looked up as a pint-sized version of Myles ambled into the kitchen. They were eating in this room, instead of the dining room, which gave her more of a sense of hominess to their situation. They weren’t treating her like a guest. They were treating her like family.
“Ty, this is Cressa Locke,” Myles introduced him.
“Yeah, yeah. She’s the girl I found sleeping in my bed.” The kid stared at her and audibly sniffed. His muzzle wrinkled in disgust. “That’s where the smell is coming from. What’s wrong with your face? You get into a fight with someone?”
Cressa backed away and glanced at Myles, who glowered at the boy bear.
“Ty, your questions are rude, and none of your business,” Mable quickly interceded before Myles had the chance.
Touching her hair, Cres
