Whisper by P. S. Power

Author:P. S. Power [Power, P. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orange Cat Publishing
Published: 2019-02-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter eight

Oaks, once placated, seemed to be willing to take care of himself. A thing that Liam had to think of as being an excellent turn of events. After all, he didn’t know how to prepare food past taking a handful of nuts from a can or eating berries from a plastic carton of such taken from the refrigerator.

That, and now, thanks to the last time he’d eaten, the ability to take bites of donut while holding it with a cloth made of paper. A napkin. That was a thing that he’d had to look up, since it honestly hadn’t come up for him before that part of his life.

The troll moved off into the woods, having met them at the car, sniffing the SUV, even if the carcass of the pig in the back didn’t seem to have that strong of an odor to it. Not that he was able to tell, even having ridden with the dead, nearly whole, beast for half an hour.

It had been his job to load the thing, since it weighed over a hundred pounds, even with it’s insides taken out. Brenner had tried to lift it first, failing at the task, since it was a bit bulky and heavy for her. It should have been similar for Liam, though it didn’t end up being that way. His strength didn't change the rules of physics of course, so he was off balance while he carried the thing to put into the back of the yellow vehicle. The interesting part there was that his large feet allowed him to carry far more than he would have been able to otherwise, given his physical capacity that way. They kept him from tipping over where tiny human feet would have.

Meaning that, for the first time, he understood why his feet were so huge. They looked awkward and almost flapping when he walked but he could feel the difference now as he moved onto the gravel of the walkway. Not that he was carrying anything at the moment.

Oaks did that part for them, seeming eager to take his feast away from them. There was no offer to share or anything along those lines. The ripe individual just walked into the woods, where the scent of smoke already rose from. No light showed through from the flames, however.

As soon as Oaks vanished, the red-headed FBI Agent moved in and patted Liam on the shoulder.

“Thanks. I know that it isn’t your job to help me get animals in the middle of the night like this. You should be in bed. Then, we both should be…”

They moved toward the house, walking to the front door, and were inside, after the use of a house key by the woman before he answered that one.

Whispering, he leaned toward her a bit.

“Except that I don’t sleep or even rest much. It’s not a hardship for me to go and see new things. Did you know that pigs were made of meat? I mean, coming from animals and not just packages?” It made sense, that being what meat was.

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