Chapter 86

Bracing himself, Anderson strode up to the box, knelt, and gently touched his fingertips to it—and yowled as it zapped the ever living fuck out of him, so hard it knocked him onto his back, breath whooshing right out of him, vision going spotty for a moment.

He dragged his eyes open several minutes later, stared up Lynn, who was holding him and looking ready to kill something. "So that was fun."

"You and I need to discuss your definition of fun," Lynn groused.

Anderson mustered a smile as he sat up, wincing faintly at the stabbing, throbbing sensation that started up in his head. "Says the monster of the deep with decidedly interesting tastes in role play."

"Nobody is making you put on—"

A chorus of throat clearing cut them off, and Anderson looked up, grinning at the flushed cheeks and not-curious-I-swear looks on the faces of Becca and Amy. "Can we focus on not dying?" Becca asked.