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Myla and I stroll through the hedgerow maze, our arms swinging between us in time with our steps. There are so many questions I wish to ask her, so I launch right in. “What kind of music do you like?”
“Oh, we don’t get much music in Purgatory. Only ghoul anthems.”
My brows lift. “Ghoul anthems?”
“You know, A Mighty Fortress Is Our Ghoul … Love Is An Undead Pasty Ghoul … Save the Ghoul, Grab Me Instead … that last one is new, by the way. The ghoul government trying to make it a hit, considering how everyone believes Armageddon will invade soon.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “As in, they want you to throw you to Hell in order to save their own skins?”
“Sure.” Myla gives me the side eye. “Our ghoul rulers are a bag of d***s. Seriously. I hate them.”
“And with good reason, it se
