W R Gingell

Between Homes W R Gingell

G'day. I'm Pet. Not, not Pet--I am a pet. Well, I was a pet: I used to belong to two fae and a stroppy vampire. Now I'm homeless. I mean, I was always technically homeless, but this time it's different. I just got used to having some kind of family, and now we're back to everyone wanting to kill each other--and guess who the weak link is? I'll give you a hint: it's not the vampire, and it's sure as heck not the fae.