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The giggles were back.
I snorted.
I snickered at how absurd everything was. How I was a thing not a someone. How I’d almost died in a cave today.
I helped toss a body over a cliff—
A loud laugh spilled free.
Oh no.
Henri appeared from the bathroom. His left side looked like a scribbly, abstract mess—as if an artist had squirted every pigment of purple and blue onto him, then decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to paint. A few other smudges marked his bare chest, leading my eyes down to the white towel clinging valiantly to his narrow hips. The V of his cut muscles pointed directly to the bulge between his legs.
My stupid heart fluttered.
My greedy body hummed.
He’s so pretty.
Pity about his soul, though…
I scowled.
He’s not ugly inside.
At least…not all of him.
I swooned against the pillows.
He carried Peter all the way home.
He stabbed someone for me.
He protected Mollie and Rachel.
I wanted to hug him.
He’d done all that while bleeding and hurt.
And then, he yelled at me.
I huffed and blew hair out of my eyes.
My gaze landed on his face. On his hollow severe cheeks, clenched jaw, and thick black eyelashes.
It isn’t fair.
He was like a Venus flytrap.
Dressed up with pretty petals but with poison waiting deep within.
I laughed as I pictured myself as a hapless fly, landing on his petals for an innocent sip of nectar, only to be devoured.
Good grief, I thought this stuff wasn’t supposed to make me hallucinate?
Henri shot me a sharp look as he padded closer toward the bed. His eyes searched mine as if making sure I was okay. But he didn’t say a word. Not a single one.
His unspoken question echoed in my ears; I answered him anyway.
