Moon Touched
And, knowing Selene, she’d soothe his ruffled feathers, or fur, just enough to avoid getting throttled next time.
Before we could argue further, a baby’s wail split the air, followed by Lucifer’s distressed voice: “I have this little goblin! You finish feeding the other one!”
Selene and I looked at each other, mouthing, little goblin?
“I didn’t even know he came with us,” I whispered. “Did he just shimmer straight into the house?”
Selene frowned. “Why does he sound like… like the father of said goblin?”
We crept inside and froze.