Let me get this straight. You didn’t feel it would be acceptable to enter my home without permission, but taking my clothes was just fine and dandy?” -Marin

Nope. Too Much,” Marin said, and tossed the little man out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine.

What do you mean? What present? And why my trunk?” Anton sure had a lot of questions, but at least he drove a little faster.“I needed to transport him back to Marin’s house, and your car was unlocked.”“It most certainly was not, you Battle-Fae-Bastard.