Page 31 of Sinners Retreat

Before I can warn Kindra, she picks up her fork and knife and heads straight for the meat.

“Kindra,” I whisper, but she’s already bringing the food to her lips. And, well, down the hatch it goes.

She’s going to regret that.

She can’t be saved, but I still have a chance. “Thank you so much for your service, Maurice, but have you forgotten that I’m a vegetarian?” I ask.

Maurice flicks a pointed finger toward me and scurries back through the doors, disappearing into the kitchen.

With her mouth full of meat, Kindra turns to me. “Since when are you a vegetarian? I’m pretty sure I saw you double-fisting a cheeseburger before the flight here.”

I’m interrupted as Mortimer sets down some kind of bean soup in front of me.

“You need to use the loo?” I say to Kindra.

“No,” she answers.

“Yes you do,” I whisper.

“I guess I do.” She takes another bite before setting her utensils on the thick fabric napkin beside her plate.

“I’ll show you where they are.”

I help Kindra out of the chair and smile at everyone as we walk by. We follow a long, dark hallway lined with candlelit lamps.

“This is creepy,” Kindra says, her gaze roving around the hall. “I think I’d have pissed myself if I actually had to go. What is this, a mile long?”

I pull her toward the bathroom and put my hand on the handle.

“You’ll need this.”

“I told you, I don’t have to go.”

“You just ate someone’s arse.”

Kindra chuckles. “I think I’d remember doing that.”

“The roast.”

“Yeah?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you, Kindra?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

I guess I do. “C-A-N-N-I-”

I don’t get to finish the word before she turns and bolts into the bathroom. Without closing the door behind her, she flings the toilet seat open and falls to her knees.

“I cannot believe you let me eat a person!” she says between heaves.

“I tried to get your attention.”

“Cannibalism deserves a bit more effort than a whisper, don’t you think? Grab my fork and throw it across the room. Yell fire. Dosomething!” she screams as she wretches again.

“I couldn’t make a scene, pet.”

She raises her head and looks at me with steel eyes. “Make a scene? Make a fucking scene? I’m about to make a bigger scene than anything you could have done.” She wipes sick from her lip. “And don’t call me that while I’m vomiting up the contents of a person’s ass. A human person.”

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