Book Three: Chapter 9

Mike held the small sledgehammer in both hands, dubious that he would be able to strike another living being with it, much less a minotaur. Still, it was better than nothing, which made him feel a little bit better.

Mike had debated purchasing a gun, but he knew next to nothing about them other than to point the long, skinny end at stuff you wanted to kill. His lack of education aside, Naia had warned him against such a purchase for the sole reason that she had no idea what other creatures may be lying in wait within the house’s walls, and the last thing they needed was another Jenny-type situation with the addition of a firearm.

In addition, Naia had informed him that odds were good that Tink would take it apart anyway.

“Husband ready?” Tink asked, her hand on the doorknob. Sighing, Mike nodded. Being honest with himself, he was never going to be truly ready. Tink cradled her crossbow in both arms, fierce determination in her eyes that matched the dark, black line