Pic Jump (Unabridged‪)‬

My name, believe it or not, is Pictarine Nebbie Jump. Call me Pic.

My happily ever after started with Mason’s first words: “Want me to kiss it better?” I never looked back.

Yes, things were going great, and I expected them to get even better.

Then I was accidentally eye-napped.

Yeah, you read that right. It’s complicated.

What happened is so bizarre, that because of me, a four-year-old is being hunted by a terrorist cell, and all she’s armed with is a child’s hope, her Barbie doll, and my brains.

We are alone because no one believes her, and no one can see me.

If I don’t do something, she’s going to disappear—permanently.