Bailey
“Tanner!” I yell, hoping he can hear me in the next room.
I’m frozen in fear, unable to move as I stare up at my enemy.
“Tanner!” I scream again.
Summoned by my shouts of terror, Tanner bursts into the room. His muscular body is tense, his arms raised and ready to fight. But then he catches sight of my mortal foe and relaxes into a relieved grin.
“Seriously, babe?” he asks in a teasing tone, shaking his head. “A spider?”
I glare at him, finally taking my eyes off of the eight-legged freak that’s been making itself at home on the ceiling of our brand new living room. “What?” I snap as he struggles not to laugh at my predicament.
“Bailey, you fought a literal demon. And now you’re afraid of a little bug?” he chuckles.
“It’s not little,” I huff, but his mood is contagious, and
