Chapter 65 Flour, Fangs, and Fire

“Your mother is going to kill us, you know that?” I whispered, glancing over my shoulder before looking back at Valdus.

“Not if you tell her, Dad,” he whispered back, flashing me a grin that showed his tiny fangs.

“You’re cleaning this up. Not me.” I stood, and his eyes widened in betrayal as he j...

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