I was the designated grown up in a family that operated in different reality than the rest of the world.

I glanced at Carson, who had promised things would be alright. His gaze was on the floor, and a muscle in his jaw flexed rhythmically but unhelpfully. If he was trying to send me a message, I was out of luck, because I'd never learned Morse Code for Assholes.

Long-haired Chihuahuas have no notion they are bite-sized.

I was the designated grown up in a family that operated in different reality than the rest of the world.

Screw you, John." "Sorry, Sylvie. Can't—they frown on that kind of thing between step-siblings.

She was the only creature in the world who would really care if something happened to me, even if it was only because I was the bringer of kibble.

He rose to his feet in one fluid move, the better to look down at me. “You don’t know me, princess. Some people have reasons for doing things, and don’t just go wherever they’re told or drift whichever way they’re pushed.