Thump. Bang. Wobble.
Chris really wanted to ignore the rattling coffin. Like really, really wanted to because he wanted to kiss Isobel forever, and she'd pretty much said she'd sleep with him.
But. . .
"Is it me, or is something trying to get out?" she whispered against his lips.
"Yeah."
Now, any other girl would have probably screamed at this point, swooned, taken off in a panicked run. Not his duckie.
She sighed. "Ever get the impression the cosmos are conspiring?"
"Yes." Because they probably were. Hadn't Madame told him to stay away from Isobel? f**k that. "Ignore it," he murmured against her lips.
"I wish I could, but I've been waiting for a clue pertaining to the zombies, and here it is." She pushed away from him. "We shouldn't ignore it."
Figured she'd want to be responsib
