Page 175 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“Wait, wait, wait,” he blurts out as he pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “You don’t mean we’ll have to share a space with a dead body.”

“What did you think I meant?” I raise a brow at him.

“It’s a dead body, Minnie! It smells, and it probably already has maggots running through it.” He makes a disgusted face.

I shake my head and purse my lips.

What am I going to do with him? I knew I should have left him behind. He has the sensibilities of a pampered female.

“You want to get out? That’s the only way.”

“But—”

“No buts. In fact, move your butt into a casket.”

“You’ll join me, though?”

I roll my eyes.

“Of course. I have the powers, remember? Don’t you worry, Mine, you will be safe with me.” I pat him on the back and look around the caskets.

I find the largest one and move the lid to the side to reveal a portly man inside—in a quite advanced stage of putrefaction.

Ew. Alas, it must be done.

Drawing energy from the pin, I levitate the dead body out of the casket and I dump him into an empty, smaller one. It’s a tight fit, and it takes a few tries for me to finally dump him inside.

Mine chokes as the belly of the man pops, liquid flowing out of him into the casket.

Double ew.

I put the lid on the other casket and motion for Mine to join me into the newly empty one.

“Can you… do something about the smell?”

“You’re impossible,” I mutter under my breath. But alas, he is right that we do need at least a semi-decent casket since we don’t know how long we’ll be in there.

I use my powers to clean it and step inside, fitting my body close to the edge to make room for him. There is still a slight musty smell coming from the wood, but considering this must have been used to carry out hundreds if not thousands of bodies, I suppose it’s normal for the smell to be ingrained into the material.

“Are you coming?” I ask in annoyance.

He lets out a defeated sigh before slowly stepping closer to the dark wooden box. His gaze is pensive and his forehead creased with a frown, his lips pressed tightly together.

“Ahh, the things I do for you, Minnie,” he murmurs, almost to himself. With a shake of his head, he climbs into the casket, taking a moment to look around before settling down inside.

“It’s going to be a tight fit,” he remarks slyly, giving me a mischievous look as he lies on his side against the wall of the casket. Our bodies are pressed flush against each other in the confined space.

Everywhere we touch, sparks fly between us.

His breath is hot against my face, his chest rising and falling with each breath just inches from mine.

I swallow nervously.

“I guess we’re having a Dracula moment,” he whispers with a playful glint in his eye.

“A what?” I furrow my brow in confusion.

“Never mind.” He shakes his head. “I suppose I was wrong. This is actually quite comfortable. Especially…” He shifts slightly and his hips press against mine, letting me know he is once again excited by our close proximity.

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