Tiggy kissed the top of my head. “All right?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Except for the whole having to whore myself out to a group of ruffians, coming face-to-face with the traitor who stabbed my boo, and then getting sucked through Randall’s magic hole after a supervillain was about to monologue.”
“So, a normal Tuesday, then,” Gary said.
“It’s only Tuesday? Ugh. Worst. Week. Ever.”