Vial Things (A Resurrectionist Novel Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
From the kitchen, I hear the last few gurgles of the machine and the loud beep as it finishes brewing. I stretch and roll my neck. The smile’s on my lips before my feet even hit the floor; I can’t remember the last time someone made me coffee in the morning. I wonder if it’s some sort of bribe, buttering me up for whatever he’d wanted to talk about last night. From the smell alone, I’d accept. When I get to the kitchen, Ploy’s bent over the table, his back to me. “Hey,” I say, my voice gravelly with sleep. I tuck my hair behind my ears. “Thanks for coffee.” “There’s more,” he says, stepping aside to reveal two wrapped bundles on the table. “Borrowed your keys.” He gestures at the set. “Figured you didn’t want me to leave you sleeping with the door unlocked.” “Thanks,” I say as I unwrap the paper from my breakfast. It’s a sandwich, eggs and sausage and melted cheese on homemade bread.
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