Page 247 of Mayhem and Minnie

“Are these good?” Minnie asks as she waves around a bag of chips.

“Grab them and let’s find out,” I say. I don’t eat junk food. Before Minnie, I barely ate any sweets. Of course her arrival in my life meant that I’ve now developed a sweet tooth just as much as I’ve developed a Minnie tooth.

She grabs the bag of chips and a bunch of other snacks and joins me at the register.

The cashier rings them up, every now and then glancing at Minnie with an odd expression on his face.

I narrow my eyes.

He can’t see her, not with her scarf wrapped around her features. But the fact that he studies her like that bothers me nonetheless.

“Eyes here,” I grit out when I note he’s staring at her for more than a second.

He startles at my tone and mutters a barely audible apology.

Minnie rolls her eyes at me.

Once we’ve paid for everything, we head back to the car.

While I arrange the items carefully inside the back of the van—we don’t have much space as it is and we have to be mindful of it—Minnie stretches by the car, breathing in the fresh air of the night.

“You didn’t mention it,” I start as I close the door to the back of the van. “But do you have a specific world you want to visit after we get that tincture?”

“Hmm. That’s a good question. There are so many worlds out there, that we can simply take our chances.”

Take our chances? That sounds like a recipe for disaster.

“Surely you have something in mind,” I probe.

I get anxious at the mere thought that we might not have an actual plan in place.

“Nope.” She shrugs. “Once we get the tincture, we’ll have to find the closest portal since I can’t use my powers to teleport us anywhere. Portals are tricky, though. Without a clear direction, we could end up anywhere. But that’s the fun part, no? We get to explore new things,” she adds excitedly. “And in the process, maybe figure out where that sanctuary might be.”

I raise a brow at her.

“You do realize I’ll get old while you will not. By the time we find that sanctuary, if we ever do, I might be heading to the grave.”

“Nah,” she says with a wave of her hand. “Yeah, you’ll get old, but if I give you some of my blood regularly, it should slow down the aging process.”

That piques my interest.

“More blood you say?”

I’ve never thought of myself as a blood guy, but Minnie’s blood is so damn delicious. It must be all those cookies she eats on a daily basis because goddamn. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet and addictive. Now I not only have a Minnie tooth but also a Minnie blood tooth. Just another addition to add to my newly formed collection of all things Minnie.

There’s also the matter of drinking the blood. The act of wrapping my lips over her skin, licking and sucking.

Ah, fuck. Too many tantalizing images dance before my eyes, and I have to awkwardly adjust my erection.

“If it can heal you, it can also heal your decaying cells. Now I’m not entirely sure for how long that will work, but we should be fine.”

“So you’re not sure?”

Of course she’s not sure. At this point, I don’t think she’s sure of anything. And because I’m a lovestruck idiot, I don’t even mind it.

She could lead me into a fucking hell pit and I’d gladly follow her.

“We’ll be fine, Marlowe,” she mentions with a smile.

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