Chapter 22

Honey, what is your stepmom doing here?" I said sharply. I glared at the tiny b*tch, who was gaping at us, as I tightened my grip on Clark's cheek.

M-Ruther was just massaging my foot!" his defensive answer. His voice cracked with obvious nervousness so, I suddenly remembered the frogs.

Are you named Honey?" my antipathetic question. "To my recollection, your name is Lydia so, obviously you're not the one I'm asking. Don't say it's your hobby to answer other people's conversations even if you're not involved?" I opened my eyes before I passed pity on my appearance.

Suddenly Clark's quiet laugh hissed in my ear. He kissed...