"You're being naughty, Snowdrop," he said causally. "Santa doesn't like naughty kids."
That earned a few snickers around the table, but I glared at the man.
"I'm not a child Jinx," I said, putting emphasis on his name. "You can't make me do sh.it."
Jinx's eyes hardened when I used his road-name. He went quiet for a moment, just staring at me. I gulped, but refused to look away. Then, suddenly, he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.
"Can y'all tell Way to get his pjs on? I'll be there to tuck him into bed in a second," he asked the table.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Birdie replied.
The words barely left her mouth before Jinx started pulling me away. He practically dragged me through the kitchen and down the hall. When we got to his bedroom, he literally threw me inside. I stumb
