Page 67 of Body Tox

I leaned into him, my face so close I could smell my come still coating his chest and face.

“Too bad you murdered my poor Cali. I am sure she would have just loved having fun together.”

“That was an accident.” He bit his lip and crossed his legs.

I ignored him. “Cali was a good person, by the way, asshole. I take back my sorry for killing you. That was for Cali.”

He laughed, and the sound was a wheezed croak that had him holding his throat. “Well, I guess that’s fair.”

I looked over to the boarded windows, the broken boards having seen so much history, from wolves to battering weather.

“The storm seems to have calmed down a little bit. Maybe we can get back to the church.”

“You want to go back after I told you about the occult?”

I shrugged. “Well, the best place to get information on that is the creepy priest himself? Maybe he won’t enjoy being poked as much as you did.”

He laughed that wheezy sound again, and I stood up, leaving the soaked, now cold blankets on the ground and walking over to grab my pants that were yanked off and thrown.

Asher’s eyes rolled down my curves and back up to my face.

“Down, boy,” I whispered with a giggle, shimmying into the broken, crappy pants.

He stood up and walked over to me, smacking my ass so hard I yelped, the burn igniting on my skin like a flame in the shape of his hand.

“That was one of your lashings, Little Wraith,” he warned, pulling his shirt back over his delicious, tattooed body.

“Blood for blood, remember? I willcollect.”

The church was cold and as dark as we left it, but now wet with melted snow from the broken glass on the roof.

“Let’s go investigate the church before it opens.”

Asher was back to his annoying self, his body just as quick as it had been. He had downed some moonshine bottles stored up here in the attic. It was not very godly to have liquor, was it?

“And what do you expect to find exactly, Nancy drunk?” He hiccupped and swigged more of the bottle.

Asher wasted like this made me giggle. I knew he was in pain in his chest on my account, so I couldn’t exactly yell at him for self-medicating, but still, it was hilarious.

“Don’t test me, Ned. Now on, come—I mean, come on, we go!”

Rolling my eyes, I walked behind him, following his footsteps down the winding stairs into some room with a bunch of candles and another door.

This door led out onto the top balcony, and the sky outside lit up the vast cathedral.

“If it weren’t for a sacrificing lunatic running this place, it would be beautiful,” I said, thinking out loud.

“Ha, I never thought churches looked like anything but the homeland of delusion mind-controlled drones.”

“Not a fan of the big man, are you, Pretty Boy?” I said, giggling.

He shook his head adamantly, making his hair bounce. The action gave him a boyish look in his drunken state.

“Fuck no. The only man in charge of me is my dick, thank you much.”

I snorted, walking over to the balcony and searching for a way down. There were two staircases on opposite sides, and both led to the center of the place, right to the slightly lifted altar, huge cross, and a bazillion large ass candles still lit around them.

“Where to, Ned?” he said to me, and I randomly pointed to my right, skipping in that direction.

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