Kenny’s POV

“You ever get the sense that we’re all just livin’ in one big déjà vu?”

Toni had another link of red licorice in his mouth, chewing on it obnoxiously like a cow with cuds. His arms were hooked over the driver’s seat door, one boot crossed over the other. His body language said casual, but how he flexed his hands, claws popping out like a housecat’s said Toni was anything but. The triangular peaks of his ears twitched to ...