" Shit. What happened to that one.?"
Asp asked pointing at the male dead body , at the face opened along its length into hanging layers.
" I do not know , " Kei said. " Maybe it was prepped for the Viletails' lunch. "
Asp smirked. The answer suited her — a thing made into food explained by being food, no further question required. She had grown up where the dead were furniture. A sliced face was a curiosity, not a horror.
But Tula did not smirk, and Tula did not look away.
