His smellโthe scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber muskโwrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.
Lilith SaintcrowI pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.
Lilith SaintcrowWell, duh. You're cuter than she is." He said it like he might say, Grass is green or, Gravity works. Something warm opened up inside my chest. It was a nice feeling.
Lilith SaintcrowHello, Officer? Can you help me? My dad got turned into a zombie. You know, weโve been travelling around getting rid of things that arenโt real, and this time they hit back. I really need someplace to stay โ but can you make sure I have some holy water or something wherever it is? And some silver-jacketed bullets? Thatโd be sweet. Yeah, thatโd be totally cool. Thanks. And while youโre at it, can you tell the guys with the straitjackets that Iโm really sane? That would help.
Lilith Saintcrow