To muster up the courage to read the letter from my girlfriend's parent, I sang a stupid little song.
"Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face. Take her gucci bag and the north face off her back. Jab her if she act," I mumbled.
Sonya turned her head to me and let out a confused growl, then bumped my chest with her forehead.
"Yeah," I chuckled, rubbing her chin. "Maybe robbing the mother of Jesus is not the best idea. Still, interesting that she has expensive clothes and accessories considering the canon lore."
Pyotr joined Sonya in looking at me. He turned his head to the side and laughed like a seagull.
I looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and questioned, "Anyway, you said a Luzo tried to steal the letters?"
The Corvitex nodded. "Five!" he croaked. "I. Sleep. Luzo. Ambush."
I nodded. "Where?"
"North. Small. Island." he replied.
I pulled out a map of the world and showed it to him. "Show me," I told him.
