#Chapter 75 – Party Planning

“Oh, you love it, and teach it about Darkness and the art of shadows,” Midnight says, nodding beneficently like it is very easy and lovely. “Where does it sleep?” Laila asks. Midnight just looks at her like she’s insane. “On…the floor?” “Who takes care of it?” Anton queries next. “I don’t know,” Midnight says, anger rising in her and shadows starting to leak from her skin as she realizes that she doesn’t have answers to these questions. “He does all that,” she snaps, pointing at Jesse. Jesse just raises his tumbler of whiskey in the air, like he accepts the challenge. “Where are we going to put all the dirty diapers, Mids?” “What’s a diaper?” she asks, spinning towards him, angry. “And why did you let it get all dirty? Honestly, Jesse, it’s important to stay clean -” “Okay, Mids,” I say, quite calm, putting a hand out to pat her arm. “Thank you so much for telling us.” As the others talk, Laila deftly changing the subject to discuss the spice collection we got her, I