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“Wait!” I step forward. This isn’t right; he can’t touch him like that!

“Hey,” there’s a soft pull at my arm, and Micah is there, “they’re here to help.”

The dark-haired man starts whistling, pushing and shoving Arthur into the bag. The white-haired man just stands there, staring.

The dark-haired man pauses, looks at the silent statue, then turns to us. “Vox would like to know where the skunk is?”

“Under the bed,” Micah answers. “The gunshot scared him.”

The white-haired man, Vox, gives no reaction, then gets out a roll of paper towels and starts silently wiping down the walls.

Paper towels? For brains?

Nothing is right. This isn’t supposed to be happening.

I shake Micah off, and he lets me go, but he stays right by me. “Freaking cool, look at his hair!”

I’m still processing that they’re stealing the body. They’re just…taking it. Can they do that?

“It’s white! He has to bleach it. He’s not that old.”

The men keep working, spraying stuff on the walls, and I watch like I’m in a dream. I watch until they lug the bag out of the bedroom, and a loud cacophony of thumps is followed by laughter.

Then, they’re gone, and still, I’m staring. I still smell it. Everything. The blood, the cleaner, the gunpowder. If I still smell it, then did it really get clean?

Micah is there with Princess in his arms. For a second, I snap out of it. Princess! Is he okay? I glance at him and see red mixed into his blue fur, and my vision narrows.

Princess got hurt.

I stagger back a step. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I have to get out of here.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

You know what, I take it back. Logan never would have been a good boyfriend, but he makes a freaking good friend. I mean, who else can I call to get rid of a body?

I checked Princess over thoroughly. He has blood on his tail, but I can’t find any injuries. I’m okay, and I think Maddox is okay. I checked him over as well. He has some bruising on his head, but nothing that seems broken, and his pupils are the same size.

We’re okay. We’re okay, and Arthur is gone. Arthur, who scared the life out of my man and put his hands on him… My blood pressure rises, but as soon as it does, it falls. Arthur is dead. He can’t hurt Maddox anymore.

This is…actually really fantastic. Who knew murder would make you want to do a little jig?

“I have to…I have to go,” Maddox gasps, charging in the direction of the doorway.

Wait, go? Go where? Great things are happening!

I follow. “I’ll go with you.” Cool, I wonder where he wants to go.

“No!” Maddox turns back to me, panic in his voice.

No? I stop, confused. Has he decided not to go?

“I mean, I need…I need to get dressed.” He’s stalking to the bathroom, and I follow him there. Cool, I should probably put some clothes on too. I do so as Maddox gets dressed, and when he looks up and sees me, there’s panic in his eyes. “I need…I need to go!”

”Okay,” I say, confusion running through me. Why is he afraid? He’s safe. I won’t let anything happen to him. Arthur is gone.

“Outside.” Maddox sounds like he’s breathing through a straw.

Outside? It’s in the middle of the night. Weird request, but okay. Maybe it’s his version of sour candy. It’s shocking to see someone die, and it has to be even more shocking if you used to be in a relationship with them, even if they were a horrible human. I throw my shoes on, and Maddox whirls on me.