“I’m—” He clears his throat to stop laughing. “I’m sorry, Greer. It’s just, you looked like you wanted to murder me and give my corpse to zombie puppies.” “Zombie puppies?” I wrinkle my nose. “What kind of monster turns puppies into zombies?” “Well, theoretically, if there were a zombie apocalypse, the puppies would be turned as well.” He pauses to think. “And the kittens.” “You’re demented,” I mutter, my lips kicking into a smile. “What sort of asshole thinks about shit like that?” “Aw, there she is.” He reaches across the seat and boops my nose.
