Kenzie’s body and mind went rigid as she kept her eyes on Kenna, refusing to look at the human.

“Hey there, pretty thing, how about you sing me a song? Or is your voice crippled, too?” the stranger said, and he brushed up against her.

“No thanks, but maybe you could back up a bit,” Kenzie said over her shoulder, keeping her attention on Kenna.

“Oh, come on,” the man said, nudging Kenzie with his elbow. “I could always give you hand if you want.” He shook his hand up and down in front of him, pressing his tongue crudely against his cheek. My smile widened when I saw Kenna’s...