Page 67 of Wandering in Darkness
“Damn, I do like that idea,” Felix says, so I go out to retrieve the desserts and look around for the rest of them.
“Did you put some of them in a container?” I ask.
Lane shakes his head. “Oh no, Felix just consumed that many of them. He ate absolutely no dinner and just feasted on sugar.”
Felix shakes his head like he’s confident none of that happened. “I didn’t eat that many, just like… I don’t know, liketen tarts and some of the cheesecake and like… at least one too many cookies.”
“How are you still alive?” I ask in wonder.
“They’re so good,” he whines.
I wave to what’s left. “Grayson, take whatever you want before Felix consumes it all.”
“You made this?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“All of this? Even these little tart things? They look professional.”
“They’re really not that hard to make,” I assure him.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s just so good that he makes it look like it’s not hard to make,” Felix decides.
Grayson takes a bite of one. “Oh man, they’re delicious.”
“Do you see why I made myself sick eating so many?” Felix asks as he feebly reaches for another like his body is rejecting the idea, but his heart and mind are already committed.
“You kind of look like you’ve had enough,” I say, but he manages to catch one and drags it up to his mouth. “I’m not making three desserts at once anymore.” Honestly, I’m not even sure why I did. I just wanted to distract myself, but I think all I managed to do was try to murder Felix.
“Let’s sit at the table and tell ghost stories,” Felix says as he melts into a chair.
“I’ll go first,” I offer as I carry my plate of dessert over to the table and sit down. “One time I was like, ‘I want a sandwich,’ and then these two evil men dragged me off to some charity event and then one scurried off to whisk up a safe which he thenpunchedthrough the wall and tried murdering me with. The end.”
“You weren’t looking for a sandwich that time. That was the next time!” Felix protests.
“The next time?” Grayson asks as he sits down. “Sooo… they try murdering you with a safe, yet you willingly get in the vehicle with them again?”
“I don’t know, Grayson! I wanted a sandwich. I was hungry.”
“We promised to never lead him into danger again,” Felix says.
Grayson looks over at Felix, who seems to be unable to meet his eyes. “Did you? And have you upheld that promise?”
Felix is silent for a moment before smiling at me. “We’ve tried to not lead you into danger? That one.”
“Yeah. That one,” I grumble.
“I’m sorry that danger is drawn to us. It’s really not my fault. It’s Lane’s fault,” he says. “Lane threatened me today. Can you believe it? He was all, ‘No more pets!’ even though he ends up loving every one I bring home. And honestly, it’s his fault we have all of these pets. He’s the one who led me to every one of them. And what was I going to do? Leave them to starve to death all alone and scared?”
“In case it wasn’t clear, all of the animals in this household were stolen by Felix,” I explain.
Grayson looks impressed. “Even the pig?”
“Most definitely the pig,” I say, which makes Grayson laugh.
“I mean… he’s a fun pet,” he comments as Trav sniffs the pig all over. Brigs just flicks an ear and stares up at us in case we drop an entire cheesecake into his mouth.
“This is really good, Cal,” Grayson says.
