The Slow King sat perfectly still. She could see the leer rising in him, like an elevator to the gallows. She’d seen it so many times before.
“Are you blushing, little man? If you got the power to kill millions, surely you can take care of one little girl like me?”
“I’d like to see that,” Sying said, still looking at the carpet between them. She started opening the buttons on her red dress, from the top down, like a snake shedding its skin. The Slow King’s phone hummed, but she didn’t notice until her husband acknowledged the caller’s message.
“Yes?”
The Slow King said nothing more. He killed the call and sat staring at Olive. The leer had gone. The s*x wasn’t going to happen. She was fine with that. She had the feeling her two hosts weren’t touchy-feely enough to forsake playing God f
