Chapter 7

• “Daxx. We’re going to be late.”
• Opening her eyes, Daxx rolled to the edge of the bed and propelled herself upright. She groaned and stretched. “For what?” Dropping her head forward, she blinked. What the hell was she wearing? On her feet were fuzzy pink slippers. She flipped her hair out of her face. She was wearing a pink satin and lace nightgown thing. She had no idea what it was called and didn’t care either. “Har har, guys.” She stood up and glared at the slippers. Shaking her head, she turned around to look for her jeans.
• “Oh my god, when did you get a tattoo?”