Could I blame him? No. If someone fed me an eyeball without telling me what it was, I'd be angry too.
What? I had my limits.
"I'll go and talk to him," Boner said. "He'll be okay."
I wasn't sure about that, but I nodded when he rose and stepped away.
And hoped like hell everything wasn't just about to blow up in my face.
CHAPTER 8
CASS
Everything was gone from my stomach, including the last milkshake I drank.
Was that an actual milkshake?
I couldn't even be sure of that right now. I knew Harlow was different. I knew what I was getting into with her, but I never expected…
This.
I ateperson. Actual human. A living, breathing, thinking, fucking human.
Jules would say he told me so.
Asshole.
Thank God I could be sure it wasn't him I ate.
"Cass?" Boner pushed the door open and stepped inside. He stepped over to the stall as I flushed and got to my feet. "You doing okay?"
"Do I look like I'm doing okay?" I headed over to the sink and splashed water on my face. Leaned in and rinsed my tongue.
"All things considered, yes," Boner said. "You didn't run out of the restaurant and into the path of a taxi. I'd say that's a win." He actually seemed to believe that. As if somehow that made everything all right.
"I might as well have," I said. "Did you know?"
He sighed.
"Did you know?" I asked again, more insistent this time.
I was done with being lied to. What else had Harlow done? Did I want to know? This whole thing was beyond fucked up.
"In a manner of speaking," Boner said. "I knew how she was disposing of some of the?—"
I pointed a finger at him. "Don't say meat."
I didn't want to think of…that as something you could buy down at the grocery store. Served in packets beside the chicken and pork.
Boner shrugged. "Evidence. I didn't know you had any of it until afterward. I don't think it was something she intended. You know she wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?"
"Do I?" I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my hands pressed against the sides of the sink. "Maybe it's something she gets off on. Our whole dinner tonight, it could have been made of person."
"I don't think you can make pasta out of humans," Boner said to my reflection as he moved to stand behind me. "And those tomatoes looked real."
"You know what I mean," I said before stumbling around to face him. "There was meat ineverythingwe had."
"Animal meat," he said firmly. "And there wasn't any in your milkshakes, or they would have tasted funny."
