Iron Veve's Kiss
The *603* glowed through my sleeve as it transformed to *602*, painting the gasoline puddle an eerie green.
The kudzu twitched—a spider sensing prey—then coiled around Tyler’s throat, thorns biting like a Veve’s teeth. Freddy screamed as leaves sutured his wounds, crude stitches for an offering. Hank’s belt buckle glinted one last time before the swamp swallowed him whole, bubbles rising like wet chuckles.
Crows circled overhead, their cries sharp as blades. One landed on Tyler’s chest, pecking at the gold chain he’d stolen from Brady. Another watched me, head tilted, before fluttering to the handlebars of the bike.
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