Page 4 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

He hesitated, because this was kind of... questionable.

He backed away a couple of paces, then lifted his leg to roundhouse kick Galent in the nuts—exactly what Pinks would’ve done to his kidnappers.

At the last minute, he changed his mind, sending his foot smashing into Galent’s rock-hard thigh.

It hurt. Pinks yowled and fell over, clutching his throbbing foot.

Only to have Galent melt back into flesh and bone, gray fading from his body. “—can’t help when I turn. Damn it. It’s not supposed to happen again this soon. Are you okay?”

“You hurt me,” Pinks cried.

Galent frowned. “You threw your phone at me. And kicked me.”

“Yourcockbroke my phone!”

“Sure,” Galent said dryly. “I go around swinging my cock like a baseball bat, murdering phones all over the country.”

Pinks tried not to notice the way Galent’s mouth wrapped around the word ‘cock’. Instead, he hissed, “You’re a murderer.”

“I murder phones and holes.” Galent smirked. “Would you like another demonstration?”

Pinks’ hole squeezed. It had been a long time since he was held down by a big, strong man. Since before Zarrie.

At the thought of his daughter, he jerked, cursing himself for forgetting that she was still all alone in the safehouse.

Pinks reached out with his hearing, catching the way she babbled to herself. Not in any distress. Good.

“I still haven’t gotten your name,” Galent rumbled, taking a step closer.

Pinks took a step back. “You’re not getting it!”

The giant hummed. Then he glanced back at the houses, rubbing his chest. “Well, since I’m not forcing you to do anything, I’m resuming my quest.”

Pinks watched as Galent strode toward the houses, turning his head this way and that. Now that he was no longer a statue, he didn’t move like a robot, instead prowling through the forest like a predator.

Except he seemed to be heading straight for the safehouse.

Pinks’ dread grew as he trailed behind the man, all the way to his own backyard. Galent frowned, stepping up to one of the windows.

The window Zarrie was behind.

Pinks panicked. He threw himself between Galent and the window, shoving at his warm, solid chest. “This is my house! You’re not allowed in there!”

Aqua-blue eyes locked onto him. “I need to undo my curse.”

“You can go around the house,” Pinks growled. “Maybe what you’re after is beyond it.”

Galent blinked. “All right. We’ll try that.”

He backed away and circled the safehouse. Pinks followed the man to the front yard, his hackles threatening to rise. Except Galent shook his head, turning back to the house.

“It’s in there. Whatever can fix me.”

There was something in the safehouse that wasn’t like anything else. Pinks’ stomach sank. What if Galent wanted to steal his baby, too? “You’re not allowed in there.”

“You know what I’m looking for,” Galent said, looking too deeply into Pinks.

“No,” Pinks lied.

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