Chapter 32
THE FLAMETHROWER nozzle wobbled in my hands. That couldn’t have—no. Not possible.
Making myself ignore the misshapen couple for another moment, I carefully flipped the weapon’s safety on and cranked the main valve shut. I clipped the nozzle onto the backpack, then knelt on the spongy grass beside them.
Without the screeching fury, the woman’s face looked haggard and pale. Irregular fangs still lined her misshapen mouth, distorting her jawline, but her short-cropped hair and eyes looked familiar. I studied her distorted form, molten and mingled with the man’s body, and searched for anything recognizable.
“Kevin,” Eric said behind me.
Cuddles whined.
The woman tried to lick her lips. Her tongue wasn’t long enough to get through the misaligned fangs jammed into her jaw. The r
