Chapter 11

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? Fuck 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 responsible. Lucky for her, he thought it was cute - even if his blue balls disagreed. "I knew you were going to say that. So, what's the plan, duckie?"