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"Too busy beating off to beat up teeth, huh? Typical, Chase. Typical."
"I was beating off to the sight of your murder, mistress," Empty calls out in my voice before I can stop him.
NO!I yell, but only inside my head because Empty's taken control of my limbs and is striding after her.
"Classy," she grumbles before she turns and stomps ahead quickly, putting distance between us. "Next time, you get to do the killing, and I'll play with myself."
"Deal." He floods our system with pride and anticipation.
That was sarcasm, fuckwad,I tell Empty.She doesn't mean it.
What? Why not?
Aliana doesn't think murder's hot.
His reaction is pure disbelief, a fog filled with hazy dismissals.
It's true. She thinks it's necessary but not hot. If we want her, we have to be good.
Good? What the fuck is good?
I don't have a quick answer for that question, which makes me wonder which of us is actually the monster.
Dammit. Human courtship is frustrating,Empty grumbles, handing me back the reins and retreating so that I hardly feel him for the next hour.
My chest is aching and my foot drags noticeably as we wind through three more bends. I'm pretty certain each one of my ribs has turned into a dagger that's slowly severing my innards. Bleary pain is melting my vision to a point that I hardly notice when Aliana shoves open a metal door and gestures with a smile to an underground room that's somehow lit. The buzz of a generator answers my question about how as I drag my sore bones into the room.
The room is small, with a tiny kitchenette that bleeds into a “bedroom”—though it’s nothing but a bed flanked by a nightstand. The entire area is decorated with brightly colored Christmas lights that flash intermittently, following the tune of an unheard song. Whoever lives here must be obsessed with the human world. I spot postcards of various cities taped to the walls, old records, and so many other memorabilia from the before time that I feel as if I’ve just walked into a museum.
A strange pang throbs in my chest at the sight of a world I’ll never get to live in. A world that Aliana will never get to live in.
Fuck.
Aliana enters behind me and shuts the door, dropping the body of the tooth she killed on the floor right next to it. Immediately, she sprints across the tiny space, and a squeal of delight leaves her lips as she crashes face-first into a dark blue blob in the corner of the room. She emerges from the shadows with her arm wrapped around the world's largest fucking blue tiger.
I swear my balls jump up into my throat when the beast spots me.
"Fluffy, meet Chase and Em," Aliana introduces us before turning her head to nuzzle the beast.
She has her own menagerie,Em says thoughtfully.
Not like yours,I counter.
Mmm.His response is blasé, and if he were in control of my limbs, I can tell that he'd wave a hand to bat away my words.
A little ball of frustration forms deep inside of me, or at least inside the bit of me that I still control, the rear part of my brain.
"Where is everybody?" Aliana asks the tiger as if it can respond.
Shit, for all I know, maybe it can. Is it a tongue?
But Fluffy (world's most inaccurately named beast) just gives a growl that makes me slide toward a shadowy set of shelves full of knick-knacks, reaching for anything that could be a weapon?—
POP!
Something smashes into my spine and shoves me face-first into the concrete. Heavy weight crushes my lungs, and the oxygen leaks from them in a gust.
"Aliana!" a joyful voice sounds above my head as the weight leaves my back.
