And like the merciless vixen she was, Daphne Hopton conjured up more of those ugly moths and sent them his way. Garret could only curl up like his own creation, which he held above his head while his arms covered his ears. Those crazy moths were going to kill him!

And yet his body shook, not with fear as one would expect someone faced with Daphne's wrath would be, but with the still muffled laughter that he couldn't control.

It seemed he enjoyed aggravating Daphne FAR too much for it to be healthy.