“What?” I shouted.
What does that suppose to mean?
“Exactly what I said, my boy sold his mom to me” his voice echoed in my mind. He seemed a little over happy saying that. I guess, he had played some wicked moves.
I tried to read his mind. He might have bluffed the child but for what? What can he gain from being nice to him? Then it clicked to me.
I can see what he is playing. I shook my head in anxiety and striking migraine, why did I faint.
I looked over the devil that was seating and enjoying my misery. I swear if he was not Oggy’s dad and he had not pulled this dirty trick on my kid I would have scratched his face. My mind logically denied my assurance as I know as a matter of fact that he is a wolf and he has claws too.
Taking him to bang on would be a wrong move, he can
