Inside the cave was another nightmare. Jordan had somehow become a temporary babysitter, chasing after the cubs who had made his life a living enemy target.
He stood and leaned his back against the wall, hoping for one second of peace—only for two little stones to be thrown at him. He looked up and, of course, it was the twins, Tilda and Henry. Theodore, acting like a bored king, sat on one of the high rocks inside the cave, watching everything like an ancient elder judging mortals.
Jordan groaned loudly.
Weren't they done already? He wanted to pass some important information to them, but it seemed they were taking their sweet time—a sweet time that had turned his back into a target practice field. Every object known to man had been thrown at him within the past ten minutes.
