WyldWerewolf

We wouldn’t have been in this mess if we had just done things my way. But goddammit, there was something about the way she’d looked at me with those big, brown eyes that reminded me of my daughter, and I just couldn’t say no. So now, we’re sitting all trussed up like a couple of Thanksgiving turkeys in the bowels of Miss Fortune’s lair and I’m the one getting an earful about messing up the plan. “Wouldja quit your yakking?” I growl, shifting my position as much as possible while being tied to the world’s most talkative man. You’d think he thinks it’s his superpower with the way he’s going on and on. “Is Phantasm still out?” I try not to let worry leak into my voice. I don’t need this little twerp thinking I care about anyone other than myself. “Uh, yeah, I would have told you otherwise, old man, ‘cuz she’s the only one who can get us out of this situation that you landed us in!” I roll my eyes, not even deigning him with a response. Instead I focus on adjusting my bound hands so I