Chapter Forty-Nine: Shotgunnin'
It was so nice. That was my first thought. The house looked like it was from a catalog. A spiral staircase shot through the bottom floor, the walls a comfy brick that reminded me of a trendy city loft, the kind in chick-flicks. There were cream couches, abstract art, and game consoles of every kind tucked in the TV stand. Not to mention a huge TV. It almost took up the whole wall. I gawked at it momentarily, imaging what comfort that kind of TV would bring to my stupid wolf pack. Mario Cart every night, etc, etc. "Hey, come upstairs! The fridge is up here!" I followed his voice up the staircase. The next floor was entirely a kitchen, all silver appliances, and a big island with a slab of granite on top. Levi was bent over, his ass hanging out, his head buried in the fridge. I couldn't
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