Chapter 483: Mother’s Daughter
The next time I woke up, it was to my bladder screaming for mercy, and my stomach making demands my mouth didn’t mind filling.
Sliding out from under Luca, I quickly raced to the bathroom before finally making my way downstairs. The quiet was something new. With so many people in a single house, it was almost guaranteed to be loud. However, there didn’t seem to be anyone around at the moment, and I couldn’t figure out if I was happy about that or upset.
Walking into the kitchen, I stopped suddenly as Papa Khoas turned around and looked at me.
He was humming as he wiped down the bloodied counter with a bar towel, like it was any other morning. His black shirt was rolled to the elbows, streaked with something that looked suspiciously fresh. And on the table, sitting front and center next to the fruit bowl, was a face that I wasn’t expecting.
Given the fact that it was still dripping, I was going to assume that this was a fresh offering.
"Is that...?"
"Your stepbrother?" Papa offered without turning. "Yes. Still warm, too. The soul hasn’t slipped out yet."
I blinked. "That... happens?"
"Oh yes," he said cheerfully, drying his hands. "It usually tries to cling to the meat if it doesn’t know where to go. Confused little things when they die...especially when they don’t see it coming. I saved it for Xuefeng. Thought he might like a snack."
"A snack," I repeated, deadpan as I stared into the fear filled eyes of Shit Stain Number Two. Seeing it, my mind immediately slipped back to the pocket realm I had created for his brother.
"I mean, he is Death. Let him eat what the living can’t," shrugged Papa Khaos like it wasn’t that big of a deal.