Mordecai Hoodie Novelas e Histórias

Mordecai asked, carrying a large bag full of food. “Of course! Ready the snacks for our big Dagon over here!” said Xander, carrying the proud child in his arms. “What would you like to try first?” Mordecai asked. The child jumped at him and went straight at the snacks. “We have chips of all kinds, brownies, cupcakes, cookies, chocolate bars and...” Mordecai stopped at mid sentence as his head suddenly cleared up and his attention was called by a tinkling laugh followed by a melodic voice.

A familiar cartoon pattern stretched across the material, slightly torn at the edges. “Boss,” he called, his voice grim. “We got something.” One of the agents stepped forward, holding a small blue race car in his gloved hand. “This is his, right?” Then I saw it. Kai’s hoodie—his favourite one, the navy blue one with the small rip near the sleeve. It lay discarded near a rusted metal chair, the sight of it made my stomach twist painfully. “Oh my God,” I breathed, covering my mouth with trembling hands.