The worst dream I ever had.

Lenox pov

Okay, so I didn’t get to see chihuahua faes attack the moron, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find some other way to have some fun around this guy.

So far, the best I could think of is telling scary stories, and what’s even better is that this dude inhales each word like it’s true.

“No! You can’t be serious!” He gasps, adding a step to his stride to keep up with me.

I chuckle at his enthusiasm and turn to wink at him, “I’m serious, buddy. That’s how it is. If you don’t believe me, you can ask others, and they will stand by my words.” I place a hand over my heart as if I’m swearing to someone’s grave.

I could. To Sarah’s father’s grave, but I have no idea where he’s buried, so that might be a waste of time and words.

“But why didn't they find the killer yet? Do you think he’s still out there? What if we run into him?” The dimwit next to me looks around frantically.

I can’t. He’s looking if there aren’t any serial killers.

Shrugging my shoulders, I stare ahead and