Chapter 27: We're Going to Need Some Water Guns

MILO’S POV

“So, I call this method the double tap,” I say, reading the faces in the room. Nothing. No recognition. Now I see why Nori’s understanding of pop culture is so lacking. Instead of watching zombie movies, I bet these folks do nothing but hunt humans, drink their blood, then come back here and debate the politics of the Liberal versus the Labor parties during the Roaring 20s in England. Pale, out of touch b*stards.

Not that I have room to talk. Every time I think of that man I nearly turned into a husk, I feel a strange discomfort in the pit of my stomach. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s my soul’s feet entering the hell fires.

“You were saying?” Nori prompts me, sitting among the other members of the Cauldron. Another woman sits beside her, closer than I’ve seen her allow any of the others. This must be Flora, her friend.