Ivan Paladrino
Keith swished the coffee around in his mouth, not finding the joy the hot morning drink usually brought him. He swallowed, then set his mug on the counter.
“I’ve taken all I can take, Angel. Today’s the day I make my move.”
A small, fur-covered being popped into existence on his shoulder. Her stringy, too-long wings drooped, not looking like they’d support her if she ever tried to take flight. Her lips were drawn in a thin line as she looked at Keith.
“Ivan Paladrino?” she...