Book Six: Chapter 146

As he worked the muscles in her shoulders, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like if someone else was watching her skin. Would it look like it was being kneaded from the inside? Her body was capable of it. Or was it just part of the illusion?

Please. How many people have you watched me kill and eat? She spoke with her thoughts alone. Just because Death couldn’t see Mike didn’t mean that he wouldn’t overhear her talking to herself.

“People don’t judge a lion for eating a baby gazelle.” Mike paused for a moment. “At least, realistic people don’t. It’s a predator, that’s what it was made for.”

Nobody expects that lion to go out and play Santa’s Helper for months on end.

“You are far more refined than a lion.” He worked his hands along her outer arms, then slid them around her torso, squeezing her from behind as he moved in to snuggle her. “I think what bothers you is that you see the wisdom in the decision, and it goes against everyth