Reaching the hole I dug, I smirk as I pull the cob of corn from my pocket—the one I had used on Cara. I shove it into Jonah’s mouth, forcing it past the jagged carving wound. “Enjoy eternity, Jonah,” I mutter, tossing the head into the hole. “Now you can spend it with the taste of what you missed out on coating your tongue with.”
He is crazyyyy
