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Which is why pants are a plus, ly, a statement my libido heartily disavowed

"No," I said "It’s okay, Iris I can talk about it" The succubus looked back at me, concern etched on her features Caleb’s face, which I could see in his rearview, looked confused

"The Grays are the aunt and uncle of my… friend, Jason The one who died"

Caleb’s lips parted as hehe’d put his foot (or rather, hoof) straight in it

"Jason and his grandparents were extraordinary people, and they were Wiccans But they weren’t supernatural at all" Unless kindness isn’t really huht be the case "As for the people who live there now, these Grays are definitely not supernatural They’re assholes, but they’re not supernatural It makes no more sense that they’d be attacked than it made sense Gus was attacked"

"So maybe it’s not the on top of so that over for a bit

"If I’ to be very irate," Caleb rumbled from the front seat It was such an unexpectedly flippant co from the usually sober satyr that we all sat in shock for a few seconds before tittering like school kids

"If Jane becoonna club her and le harder My laughter choked off, however, when she punctuated her joke by raking her nails over the top of inal You can’t get anyto recover my equilibriuer She squirmed, and then poked me back

"But ould I becoht about that for a second

"Vagina dentata?" Blondie hazarded It didn’thilariously as we rateful for the distraction

Everybody got out of the car except for e of where Jason’s house had once stood I simply stared, in horror

I also noticed, with that weird attention to random detail that characterizes trau of Iris’s hips beat aloat tail

Meanwhile, Anyan went to pee on some trees and then sniff at his own urine Then Calebdown at their house Caleb pulled Sheila and Herbert aside, while Iris talked to Stuart Blondie stood outside of the car for a otten out She climbed back in to confrontC’mon, spill"

I turned to face her and, to my horror, tears welled up in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks It was stupid to cry in front of soated, but I couldn’t help it

Blondie leaned over to close her open car door, and then turned back tome, her arms like steel despite their slenderness But she arratefully

"Cry it out, babycakes," she purred So I did Then I cried so to think it was a little bit ridiculous

It’s just that seeing Jason’s house gone had shaken me up, badly So badly, in fact, that it had taken a few ed to choke out, my voice snotty

"I dunno You lost your shit before I could find out," Blondie said, her sone," I said, finally iterating what had been going through my head since we drove up Jason’s former driveway

"The house? Yep, it appears to be Now are you going to tellmy face on my sleeves until Blondie handedin

"The house used to be owned by randparents His naether"

How la to tell this story Because it always sounded lame: a bad episode of a bad teen drama Girl and boy love each other, like, for real, yo! But then they, like, lose each other and it’s wicked sad Seriously Cut to aweso! Rock out!

"So what happened?" Blondie pro to each other I don’t know if I can explain it…"

"You were lovers?"