“We’re mates, Perry.”
This morning a meth lab fell through my kitchen ceiling, I lost my job, and my car broke down, officially making today the worst day of my life. The last thing I need to deal with is a naked, green-haired man with a loose grip on reality.
Or is it just that reality isn’t what I think it is?
This novella originally featured in the Fated Mates charity anthology. No changes have been made.
