The Genius Delta
I know I can’t get rough with campers, even those from Bloodmoon like this little shite.
He didn’t look pleased with the prospect of apologizing, but he’s already realized that, like him, I’m from Bloodmoon, so if he pulled any shit, he could find himself in hot water back home. He grumbled and folded his arms as he apologized too quietly for anyone without supernatural hearing to hear.
“Apologize so she can hear ya,” I instructed.
“Fine. I’m sorry, Miss Moore.” He grumbled, but clearly, enough that everyone heard him.