Griffin said, his face nuzzling my back.
Brady said, and my eyes snapped to his.
Like Layla, his eyes were made lighter by the gray smeared around them.
Then he grinned.
Hunt said.
For the first time, I allowed myself a glance at the monster’s head—or what remained of it. It was a deformed heap of gray flesh, ooze, and teeth.
I commented, unsure how I felt about the damage we’d caused, or how unfazed I’d felt about it while I’d been inflicting it.
Griffin said, as if reading my mind.
Brady said.
Hunt insisted ferociously.
Bobo smiled and wagged his tail.
A laugh burst free of my chest, relieving much of the weight I was carrying. My friends were laughing too. There was no helping it despite the morbid setting.
Seeming to realize his words had caused our reaction, Bobo repeated it exactly as he’d said it before.
Again, we laughed.
Layla said, chuckling.
Bobo’s brow furrowed. His smile faltered.
I chortled. I glared at Layla but was unable to put much oomph into it.
she griped.
I pointed a meaningful look at what had once been our fake fun-cool-aunt and was now a pile of body parts.
I asked.
Layla grimaced grimly.
I gulped.
We sat with that for a few moments.
Griffin told me.
Brady chimed in.
Hunt admitted.
I sniffled, nodded, and offered my friends who knew me so well a watery smile.
Bobo suddenly barked, and we all spun toward the direction he pointed.
Bobo told us unnecessarily.
