The Revenge Plan
“Suit up.”
Shit. Feeling vaguely ill as I accepted it, I chanted, “Please don’t be another onesie, please God don’t be another onesie.”
Drawing in a deep, bolstering lungful, I dug into the sack and pulled out…
A black T-shirt.
“A shirt,” Charlie shrieked in outrage. “I’ve had to wear fairy wings, a human banana outfit, and antlers on my head with a white tail on my butt. But Wick gets a freaking shirt? How is that even fair?”