Johnny leaned in close, their lips brushing. His teeth gleamed white, sharp and deadly like the smile of a predator. "You're mine. You said so. You belong with me." Pressing their mouths together, he forced life back into Eugene’s flooded lungs. The humming went flat for a second and then died, like a radio being abruptly turned off. As Eugene turned his head and spat out the last of the bayou, he saw Johnny’s eyes, flat and gold like coins in the dark, glowing down at him.
