Chapter 35

Sean took a step back, and unused to Ninotchka’s hovering ways, accidently stood on the tip of her tail. As big a sucker for dramatics as Sean, Ninotchka squealed as if she’d been hit with a baseball bat. The sudden noise spooked Sean, who jumped with his hands still in the oven. Then Sean was screaming, and he moved quickly to get the dish on top of the oven. It hit the stovetop, but didn’t makeit fully into place. It fell off the edge and landed on the floor with a clang. Sean danced out of the way of the falling dish, already cradling his left hand.

Emerson was on his feet in a heartbeat, rushing toward Sean, who still yelled.

“Ow! Shit! Ow!”

“Sean? You okay?” Emerson asked, not even caring that the remnants of lasagna were strewn all over the tile. Sean was in a great deal of pain. That was all that mattered. “Did you get burned?”

Sean—still cursing—went to the sink and turned on the tap water. He held his hand under the flow.