Chapter 33: Just One Problem Will Be Fine, Thanks

I didn’t care much for when history repeated itself. Especially when it was clear that Maxx had lied earlier. Or, maybe it hadn’t exactly been a lie. But he did make it seem like “going glossy,” as he called it, wasn’t that big of a deal.

I looked in the murderous, hollow eyes of the Maxx-shaped puppet I used to love. It seemed like a pretty big deal to me now.

“Oh, and, one more thing before you do, Maxx.” Storm said. For whatever attention a hollow, glossy-eyed puppet had, Maxx gave it at to the shifter who was supposedly now his master. “That bitch of yours drew blood on me, when we last met. See?”

Storm took off his shirt and gave a slow spin. Maybe he really did want to demonstrate the fact that I had technically drawn blood back during our fight, which had been roughly forever ago. But this was some Grade A posturing, more than anything else. Shifters were creatures of pride and vanity, some more than others.