PART III
“URRRRGHHHH!”
TCO was laid prone on a large day bed, and Gwyn watched with fascination and wondered if the man had forgotten (again) that breathing was a key point to being human-ish.
“Which woman is that noise representing, then?”
“Sybil.” Came the small grumpy voice, muffled by the velvet of the sofa.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your own despair.”
“You’re a f*****g dickless apostate. Can you hear that?”
Gwyn kept his expression schooled into one of polite confusion. “Sorry, your d**k received a lot of hate? You shouldn’t be showing your d**k to any of the girls yet, kiddo. There are rituals that have to be done before that happens.”
“I hate you.”
“Well I heard that.” Smiling broadly, the vampire grabbed a chair and positioned it in front of the dayb
