Damon swung his guilty eyes toward me and let out a nervous laugh. “I mean, kind of?”
We shook our heads. The more I got to know Damon, the less guilty I felt about taking his body for Craven soon. He was a piece of shit. If Craven hadn’t wanted his skin so bad, I probably would have already offed him.
Like I had all the others.
“So, what now?” Craven stood and put his hands on his little bear hips. “We have two humans and two sentient toys that need bodies. Personally, I think since I’ve been waiting way longer for this, I should get Damon’s body.”
“Like hell you are,” Damon snapped. “I’m putting Delia in Tanis.”
“I don’t think you could if you tried.” Craven snickered. He looked at me. “He botched Delia’s ritual, that’s why she’s in the doll. I don’t think it’s right to take the chance on a guy that can’t even do it correctly.”
He had a good point. Craven always had good points. That’s why I loved him so much. I looked over at Damon and shrugged. He shot daggers at me.
“I’m not going down without a fight.”
“Well then, I suppose Craven and I will be leaving then,” I said, admitting defeat. Damon was twice my size, and if I stayed, I worried he’d end up slicing me up faster than I could him.
“Nice try.” Damon grabbed my wrist and squeezed. “I’ve already decided. It’s you I want.”
“You mean, Delia in my body,” I reminded him. He blinked, and he appeared to come too.
“Yes, of course. Delia is taking over your body. You can have hers.”
“Uh, no?” I pulled my hand away and looked over at the tiny doll. She looked nothing like me. I certainly wasn’t going to change races, and her taking mine felt little weird too, the more I thought about it.
“No, not happening. I’m not—” I stopped short as an idea came to me. I took a deep breath and swallowed. “I am going to take a walk and think about our options. There has to be something we can do that will benefit everyone.” I reached for my purse and made eye contact with Craven. We’d been doing this for so long, I didn’t need to speak. He knew what I was conveying.
Trust me. I have a plan.
“Actually, I’m going to get my own room.”
“We are.” Craven stood.
“Like hell,” Damon guffawed. “You’re not going anywhere.” He snatched Craven and lifted him over his head. Fuming, I grabbed for Delia and ran to the door.
“Fine. I’m leaving, but I’m taking her with me. You do something to my boyfriend, and I’ll toss yours in a fucking fire and watch the rubber melt.” I hurried out before he could chase me. Delia fought against my hold until a door opened and another guest stepped out of their room. She froze, and I laughed.
“Not so tough now, are you?” I took the elevator, and when we reached the landing, I looked around, clicking my tongue. “Now, where should us girls go? I think we need to have a little talk.”
“I’ll murder you in your sleep,” she hissed.
“Maybe we can catch a movie.” I walked the block down to the theater I’d seen on the drive in. The building was a bit small, and the ticket agent looked at us oddly as we stepped up to his podium.
“One ticket, please.” I smiled politely.
He stared at me until I repeated my request.
“What movie are you here for?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Whichever has the least number of patrons. I just want to relax, but her voice box is defective. She talks sometimes.” I giggled.
The man swallowed and pursed his lips.
“Well, we’ve gotWatersport Sluts 4,Stepstuds 9, orTITSOAK.”
I blinked. The ticket man and I stared at each other for a long moment before I took a step back and looked at the posters on the walls. I hadn’t paid attention before. All the images were naked ladies with stars covering their nipples and whoo-has. Oh jeez. No wonder he was staring at me oddly.
“Are... there people in there?” I looked toward the black doors down the hall.
“No. We don’t get real busy. If you’re wanting to be alone, I’d go forTITSOAK. No one ever buys tickets to that except millennials.”
“TITSOAKit is, I guess.” I gave him my card, and he handed me my tickets and a handful of wet wipes.
“To clean before and after. We don’t ask questions; we just ask that you leave the theater with your zipper up and discard your wipes in the trash.”
I nearly gagged but still hurried down the hall. I paused at the door and then looked at the doll in my hands. I turned my head back to glance at the ticket guy. He waved.
“You two enjoy yourselves.”
