Page 94 of Property of Necro
I shove him to the side, and he trips over his feet, laughing. Actual laughter. Shit. That’s the first time I’ve heard that in… Damn knows how long.
Pointing at him, I address the bulge in his jeans. “You’re hard, too.”
He shrugs, not the least bit embarrassed. “I miss her.”
No shit.
“Me too.”
“I shouldn’t have been such a fuckin’ dick for so long. I wasted all that goddamn time.”
I get it. I do.
Hindsight and all that.
When you expect something to be there forever, you lose sight of its importance. You don’t cherish it like you should.
We didn’t, well,they didn’t, do right by her.
I did.
‘Cause I knew from day one.
Coffin took a bit of warming up.
Alright.
A fuckuvalot of warming up.
Then Necro.
He sent her away for one reason and one reason alone—he’s terrifiedof her.
We talked it out and have had weeks to think it over—Coffin, Mama, and I… and that’s the only logical explanation we can come up with because none of us are talkin’ to him.
He’s been holed up in his office, doing fuck knows what.
Coffin’s been out killing more than usual but not staying away for more than a day, just in case she comes home.
I’ve been working in my lab and making money.
Mama has been cooking nonstop. To the point we’re all starting to worry about him. He hasn’t taken a break in weeks. He ran out of his usual recipes and found new ones to try.
Quiche is one of those.
A little bougie for a bunch of killers, but I’m not complaining.
I pop one into my mouth and moan as the flavor washes over my tongue. These are good. I hum and point to them, then give Mama a thumbs-up.
For a moment, he grins until Sola moves. Like a bunch of stalkers, we watch the fox get off the swings and approach the ice cream bar.
Well, fuck a duck.
Today’s our goddamn lucky day.
I haven’t seen her gorgeous face in weeks.
The closer she gets to us, the harder my heart pounds… as does my cock. He misses her almost as much as I do.
