"Do you have a death wish?"
"I have many wishes, and death is not one of them. Let's not act like you've not been at it surface level with me."
A dark grimace settled on her face and stayed there.
And I got the distinct feeling this was going to be one of those times where I would receive a…
Then Kevin made a sound.
It was a small sound. That was the awful part. Not a roar, not a death-rattle, nothing with any drama in it — just a short wet cough out of the corner, the kind of noise a thing makes when it is trying to get comfortable and can't.
I went over.
