Chapter 214

#81

I am still holding my hand over my nose when I turn around, and the person standing there holding a dead rat by its tail like it is a completely normal Tuesday accessory is, against every possible law of the universe, Garvin.

“What the fuck,” I say, because that is genuinely the only sentence available to me right now, “are you doing here?”

“Good to see you too.”

“I asked you a question.”

“You did,” he agrees, entirely unbothered, holding the rat slightly further from his body as if he has only just remembered he is holding it. “I see you’re not one for pleasantries.”

“I don’t have pleasantries for people who show up uninvited holding rodents.”

“That’s fair,” he says with a chuckle. “Same old Lucia, all right. Last time I saw you, yo