Chapter Two

Earlier that evening…

“It’s not me. It’s you, babe.”

Roger’s whiny voice annoyed the fuck out of Minnie. Always had, she thought as she watched a moue of distaste spread across the face she’d once thought boyishly handsome.

“You stupid fuck, that isn’t even the saying,”

Minnie had raged at him.

This was why her folks said to never date a human. Roger Singer was a lousy lay, a terrible manager, and he’d been stealing from her for months. She snarled as she skimmed the list of lame ass descriptions he’d used to label his frivolous spending at her expense.

“It’s not my fault—you hired me, Min,” he whined some more, using the nickname she fucking hated. “If you can’t afford a manager of quality, then your art will suffer, babe,” he began, his condescension almost enough to pull her Wolf forward.

We can gut the human. Leave him to wallow in his own putrid stench.