Page 22 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

“Fourhours?” Galent grimaced, aghast. He hadn’t frozen for this long before. “Fuck. Thanks for turning off the water. Someone would’ve reamed me out for it if you hadn’t.”

Pinks blushed and made an awkward gesture. “I’m going back to Zarrie.”

He scurried off, and Galent hit the Call button for Handsome.

Hang on a sec,Galent thought.Did Pinks come in to pee when I was in the shower?

“Hello, Mr. Gelato, Boss, Sir,” Handsome said cheerfully, his voice tinny. Galent could already picture his butler with his phone tucked against his narrow shoulder, his hands fiddling with the large red buttons of his tailcoat. Handsome liked towear his belly round and his hips wide, with a top hat and a monocle that was really just a piece of plain glass.

“For the last time, my name is—”

“Galliwiggle, yes.” Handsome snickered. “Gelato the Great Gallomping Galliwiggle.”

“Fuck off. Pinks can hear you, you know.”

In the living room, Pinks made a sound.

“Oh?” Handsome sounded gleeful. “Is he your mate? Have you put your babies inside him?”

Pinks began spluttering like he’d swallowed some water the wrong way. Galent had to stick his head out of the bathroom to make sure he was okay.

“Don’t you dare chase him off,” Galent growled.

“I should tell him your embarrassing stories—”

“No,” Galent roared.

“—like the time you thought panties were meant to be worn back-to-front, two pairs on your head. And you wore that toschool.And also the time you brought home chickens in your book bag—”

“Why the hell did I hire you? And where are the documents I need to fire you?”

“Now, now. Don’t be hasty, Mr. Gelato—”

“You fucking know my name!”

“There’s an ice cream brand named after you, you know. It’s called Galenti. Clearly, your parents picked the right name. Nowall your potential mates will think you’re sweet and gooey like ice cream. Your cream will be so popular, there’ll be a queue down the street waiting to be splattered.”

Galent snarled. “I’m ending the call. Bring me clothes. I’ll text you the address.”

“But Boss Gelato—”

Galent mashed his thumb against the End Call button, feeling particularly vindictive.

“Chickens in your school bag?” Pinks asked in the next room.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Galent growled. “On second thought, I should just go out and buy my own clothes. There’s no way he’ll track me here and give me grief.”

“You can’t leave the safehouse by yourself,” Pinks said.

“We’re also running out of milk and eggs. There’s a department store not too far away, isn’t there? They have a grocery section.”

“But...” Pinks sucked in a slow breath.

“How long have you been stuck in this house, Pinks?”

“Weeks, it feels like.” Pinks was slouching when Galent stepped out of the bathroom in his towel. “I’ve been going insane.”

“Want to come with me?”

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