REJECTED ONCE, CLAIMED TWICE
“And don’t test me, Ryder. I’ll turn into a rat and chew my way out of this basket.”
“Still not letting you go, sweetheart,” he teased in that infuriating baby voice. “Also, you’re in a metal crate now.”
Wait. What?!
He didn’t.
He did.
“Ryder, I swear you’ll regret this!” I shouted through the mindlink.
“Too late!” Ryder sang. “Oh, hey buddy! Hold this female Godzilla for me, will you? And don’t let her escape—or I’ll have your head instead.”
Wait—who was he talking to?