"Rules." Dom stood up, counting on his fingers. "Rule one: My bedroom is off limits. That's my sacred space. No one goes in there except me and my plants. They're very sensitive."
"You have plants in your bedroom?" Jace asked.
"I have plants everywhere. They're my children."
"Your children are plants."
"My children are thriving. Don't judge my parenting."
Jay snorted, struggling to sit up from the floor. "What's rule two?"
"Rule two: The blue blanket is mine. I don't care who gets cold. The blue blanket stays with me. It was a gift from my grandmother and it has sentimental value and also it's the softest one." He wrapped it around his shoulders protectively.
"The blue blanket is very nice," Hazel said mildly.
Dom narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't look at it like that. I see you. I know what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking it's a blanket," Hazel said casually.
"You're thinking about stealing it," Dom said firmly.
"I'm really not," Hazel said flatly.
