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It’s a shame she’s so goddamn nuts, though.

Well, can't have everything.

I take one last look at the Sound and then pluck up the trash bag.

“No idea how the fuck you pulled it off, Murder Muppet,” I mutter to the night air. “But respect.”

“Thanks.”

My head whips around and my eyes flare when I see Princess Stabby-pants herself standing in the trees on the other side of the path.

How the fuck did she sneak up on me again?

She smiles at me, like we’re buddies or some shit. Then her gaze slides to the bag in my hand, and the edge of the abyss behind me.

“You—” Her mouth falls open. “You brought that here to throw it away?!”

I stare at her. “What?”

“Beckford’s head.” She nods her chin at the bag. “You’re getting rid of it?”

My brow furrows almost curiously. “Uhh, obviously? Why the fuck else would I have brought a severed head to a remote ocean cliff at night?”

She shrugs. “Dude, I don’t know you. Maybe you were looking for a little romance.”

My nose wrinkles. “Seriously?”

She grins at me. “So… Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“You know…” she shrugs again and grins wider. “Your dick here?”

Good fucking God.

I frown at her. “Did I put my dick in the mouth of a dead guy’s decapitated head? Yeah, let me think about that…no.”

Bella rolls her eyes. “Shit, Lamiano. I didn’t think you’d be so hetero-normative with your necrophilia.”

I stare. “You think I didn’t have oral sex with it because it's a man’s head?”

“Is that why?”

I shake my head and turn back toward the cliff as if to toss the bag.

“Wait!” She pouts. “You’re still mad.”

“Sorry, am I that obvious?”

“I am pretty good at reading people.”

I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to laugh. “Which part might I still be mad about? The part where you stabbed me in the fucking neck with a tranquilizer dart and left me at a crime scene for the police to find me?”

“I mean, it looks like you got away⁠—”

“I blacked out in a fucking dumpster,” I snap.

She giggle-snorts.