Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast
The bottle back to her lips.
“Don’t move.” He forced a smile.
Her eyes on him. “Why would I?”
“Curiosity,” he said as he pressed close, snuggling again with the dead Teeth, the laundry bag waiting, his tongue sliding forward to lick the flesh below her ear, his teeth snapping in a gentle bite. “And lies.”
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Steps away, on the other side of the bathroom door, Teeth sat in the living room with her beer, waiting on the couch, whispering lies. Outside, rain slapped the window.
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