Page 14 of Ghouls and Girth
I don’t hide my smirk when he sneers at me.
He thinks leading them to the brightly lit, modern toilets will prevent me from catching my prey.
It won’t.Too much is a stake.He may fight every step of the way, but I won’t give up, even if he gives up on himself.He’ll never have to roam alone again.
Sickeningly sweet, our graveyard gladiator thanks my brother and slips into the women’s restroom without a backward glance at me.
Khalid narrows his eyes on mine and closes the distance between us until the shiny tips of his dress shoes stop half an inch away from the toes of my sneakers.
“You had your fun, now leave,” he snarls.
I quirk a brow and tilt my head.
He deepens his scowl.His eerily white face turns toward the bathroom, more interested in the feminine voices echoing from within than the brother he stood beside for millennia.
I shove his borrowed suit coat and shirt against his chest.His nostrils flare.Pure lust shines from his eyes as our little whore’s scent plumes into his face.He snarls, fists the fabric, and drops it to his side.After several stilted breaths, he runs his hand through his hair and steps back.
“I know I failed, but you had your fun.Do not touch her again.She must—”
“Where is my daughter?Where is Daisy?”
The aging woman clutches her husband’s arm as the vestibule’s door closes behind them.I bite back a snarl even as I relish my little whore’s name.A muscle ticks in Khalid’s jaw.
The glass doors open again and the fucktard strides through.I take sordid satisfaction in the bright red handprint on his face.
“The ladies requested a restroom, so—”
“Is the main entrance on the other side of this wall?”the older man interrupts with a jerk toward the brick wall covered in flowery vines.
“Yes, it is,” Khalid says.
The humans are too stupid to realize how close to death they are.By the tightness in my brother’s eyes and the clipped quality of his speech, I know he’s close to shredding their chests like butter and severing their heads from their bodies.
Ever since we became morticians and found legal ways to acquire dead humans several centuries ago, we haven’t needed to hunt and kill, but some skills never diminish.
Slaying these fools would be as easy as breathing.
“Is there a gate nearby?”the father asks.
“Yes, but it’s locked,” Khalid replies.
“Unlock it.I’ll pull my truck around.You, lead me back to the parking lot,” the overweight asshole demands with a chin tilt toward me.
I grunt and cross my arms over my chest.
“I’ll walk you back.My brother will retrieve the keys from our office,” Khalid growls.
Knowing the assholes won’t move until they believe I’m gone, I give them a disgruntled glance and stalk around the side of the cathedral.After blending into the shadows, I roll my eyes as father and son argue until father hisses under his breath.
If we were humans, my brother and I wouldn’t be able to hear him, but we aren’t.We hear every damning word.
“I’ll make sure you get payback later.For now, come with me and we’ll knock this Goody-Two-shoes down a few pegs.”
Fury sharpens my senses, but the words don’t change my plan.Khalid will have no problem filleting them alive.
My target is Daisy, the ripe little ghoulie whore.She already blossomed under my hands, now I just need to part her petals and fuck inside.
The cathedral door opens and closes as they follow my brother back through the grounds to the parking lot.Heady anticipation shivers down my spine as Daisy argues with her mother in the bathroom.Their voices echo off the tiles and float into the brisk autumn night.Her friends support her.Her mother does not.
