“SO THAT’S WHAT BROUGHT you here?”
The Beast considered Morag’s question.
We’d found some pizzas and Chinese dinners in the freezer, and had just retrieved them from the oven. They lay spread out before us in a buffet of rice, noodles and cheese, the three most important food groups after beer. Which was, of course, present too.
“It was like an itch that I couldn’t scratch.” He held up his claws, showing how effective they would be in scratching under normal circumstances. “Combined with an alarm going off in my head. I’d been feeling it for days, a gentle tugging, like a lost lover whispering my name from far away.”
Stevie liked the chow mein, dangling the noodles above his head before dropping them into his mouth. The bite sized pieces of chicken he just tossed into the air, catching
