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I glare at the Devourer, and he matches my expression with a scowl of his own.
Speaking of macho-asshole vibes, Chase and Em arrive with one arm slung over Creep's shoulder. Looking dazed and about to puke from the thrilling experience of portal travel—which I can empathize with—Chase wobbles when Creep releases him and steps back.
Is Creep concerned about his cargo? Not at all. He's too busy pulling his pants open, checking down the front and saying, "Sonofabitch!"
"Is his dick too small?" Dev jabs, eyes narrowed on the sole human.
"No. Didn't swap. Again! Ugh." Creep's foot stomp is a bit amusing.
"I want my ear back."
"Yeah. Yeah. After. Let's go swimming first! Everybody, get naked." Creep strips in under a second before he claps his hands together and does a jaunty little spin, one that makes his vine-covered horns nearly scrape the glass ceiling.
I try not to stare at his ass as I shuck my own boots, pants, and shirt. I leave on my undergarments, though.
Why?
I guess it’s a false sense of modesty since everyone but Chase has seen me naked, but still. When I glance over at the human in question, his shirt is stuck halfway off, caught on his arrogant head. I’m not sure if it’s stuck because he was gawking at me or because of pain.
“Do you know what the wordoffmeans, or do you need me to explain it to you?” I ask, opting for sarcasm because that’s my go-to with that man.
“Yeah, well, you’ve still got a few things on. Maybe I just like my shirt like this,” he retorts, though with the way his elbow is propped up above his skull, there’s no chance.
I sigh. He must be hurting and not want to admit it.
Typical man.
Walking over to him, I reach up and grab onto the shirt, yanking it off. But when I reach for Chase’s ripped pants, Dev growls.
“I’ll do that. You follow Creep.”
Does he think he’s being subtle? ’Cause he’s not.
“Don’t you get anywhere near Chase’s dick,” Em hisses, taking control of Chase and making his green eyes appear so bright they almost glow with fury.
“Then get your own damn pants off,” Dev retorts, brandishing his claws.
Em grunts and swallows a stiff gasp of pain, but the pants come off, leaving Chase in only boxer shorts. My eyes can’t help but notice his abs this time, which are amazing and defined despite the bruises scattered across them.
“Enough ogling. Let’s ogle as we splish-splash!” Creep calls out impatiently. "Follow me. Tesq, light the way."
My gargoyle lumbers after the monster in the closet, and I'm not far behind. Tesq ends up letting both his hands become our lava lamps as we follow after Creep, a motley little parade.
I'm about to ask what an aquarium is when a huge shadow flies overhead, and I duck, whisper-shouting, "Teeth!"
Creep stops walking and glances up, eyes tracking a shadow that coils and turns in the waves above us. "Oh no. That's not a tooth," he states. "It's a shark. We're going swimming in their tank."
Curiosity coats my stomach as we go through a doorway and trudge up a flight of industrial-looking stairs. Creep always finds wild and whimsical things to do, but he's also a monster. His idea of fun and mine…
"Is this dangerous?" I ask.
"Nah." He flicks a dismissive hand. "They're too slow to do any damage."
"They aren't teeth?"
"Nope. Just animals. In the before times, people were scared of them, so they'd catch them and toss them in this tank, then walk underneath. Mocking the sharks, I think. One of those 'come and get me' type of things, I think. Not sure. Didn’t really visit this place back then, just heard about it from kids I scared."
I try to imagine the before times and people coming here to mock some huge animal, but the whole concept is so far-fetched that I have a hard time with it. Why would people want to lord over animals?
