Even worse, the face in the jar was winking at me and nuzzling up against the glass in a decidedly overfamiliar way. “It’s like I’ve always told you, Lucy,” the skull said, “you and me, we’re a team. Hell, we’re more than that. We’re an item. Everybody knows it.” “We are not,” I growled. “Are so.” “In your dreams.”
I love this too much
