“Are you still mad?” “Not as much,” I admit, glaring back toward the school. “She looked at your penis.” “So did the kids. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have shifted in front of them.” “She blushed.” I grind my teeth and fist my hands. “And?” “And?” I face him, my rage rising again. “That’s my penis!” He beams at me. “Say it again.” Narrowing my eyes, I poke his chest. “My. Penis.”
Book:Shadow Slayer