I looked up as he plopped the wonder bag on the wooden countertop.
He took out a flask and handed it to me. “Drink,” he said and looked over his shoulder. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his jaw set in a rigid line.
“Is she going to make it?”
He shook his head, annoyance on his face. “How do you know it’s a she?”
“The sex.”
He laughed. “Shadow Hounds don’t show their s*x to just anyone, Chas.”
I put another spoonful of stew in my mouth and shrugged.
“You guessed?”
“It looked like a she to me. I don’t know.” I tried to play it cool. Telling him she’d spoken to me, shared her thoughts with me, was probably crazy even in the Oblivion.
I dug into my food again, wolfing down the rest. I looked up at Ashton, who was looking down at me with an arched eyebrow. I blushed.
“When wa
