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“As long as I’ve been here, you have never forced anyone to accept one of your covenants.” Not even me. “I won’t let you trap that man.”
His thin smile exposed ragged yellow teeth. “Not even for the paltry price of a fresh-baked stolen apple crisp?
“I don’t care if it’s an apple seed,” I said.
“My dear Luggage,” he said. “Do you know why I put up with you?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
The smile evaporated. “Spatchcock will not covenant with me. It will be a mere verbal agreement. With you.”
I blinked. “How is that supposed to work?”
“If it doesn’t,” he said, “he will return for a covenant with me. After sufficient suffering. Dress casual.”
Life and death. All part of the job in Supernatural Witness Protection. A lost hiker carries both. But how can Luggage save someone who prefers damnation?
Previously published in Pulphouse #33.
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