Book Six: Chapter 155

“It’s been so long since I’ve eaten a child.” Leppalúði stared up at the ceiling, his teeth glittering in the light.

Kisa stumbled, as if punched in the gut. Did he just say a child?

“Santa wouldn’t let us, you know that? We’ve been forced to play nice, that fokken guy. Every couple of years, though, we’d find a way to sneak one of you. Eat you raw, we did, cause we had to hide our pot from the big man. The Krampus, though? He don’t care who we eat.” Leppalúði turned his attention to the elves, who stopped by the dais. The giant inspected the box, and nodded. “Sony. Now that’s a name brand.”

Kisa resumed her run, hoping to close as much of the distance as possible. She had to fight the urge to call out, knowing that death was the likely outcome of such an act. Despite her mad sprint, she was barely out of breath.

As Leppalúði got on the elevator, one of the elves went back and clicked off the spotlight, plunging the room into darkness. Only the dim lig