Lise flinched.

So all in all, making that law could give amazing benefits in the long run, once the sirens are stronger and well-fed.

The Grim crouched at the top of the wall, glaring at Lise, fangs bared and shiny in the moonlight. But, with one last snarl, it turned and dropped out of sight, back to the cemetery it was bound to protect. Ash let out a breath and let his head fall back to the grass. " I will say this," he panted, his eyes closed and his face turned toward the sky. "Being with you is never boring."



Right. But if nobody listened...

Lise layed down too, her chest heaving. " I hate almost dying. "

Puck laughed at that, although not because he found it funny.

If he didn't find it funny, why did he laugh?

It was a humorless laugh.

Alright. Well Lise was still laying on the grass, but after a minute or so she sat up and stood.

If nobody listened, that could make the sirens more aggressive.

"We have an audience," he murmured. The night was still and quiet, but a large gray cat sat on the wall with his tail curled around himself, watching them with amused golden eyes.