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the two of you."
"Oh, I didn't think of that," Stephanie said, glancing down to the can on the floor beside her. Harper's can too sat on the floor at his side since the two were on either end of the nest, but, in the middle, Drina hadn't had anywhere to put hers and would have had to hold it through the movie. Now, however, she se led on the couch in the corner behind Stephanie, far out of Harper's reach and tempta on, and set her can on the end table beside the couch.
"Can you reach the popcorn?" Stephanie asked with concern, as Harper used the remote to skip through the commercial trailers.
"Just put it between the two of you, and I can reach down," Drina assured her. Stephanie did as she suggested, and then they all fell silent as the movie began. It started with a bang, of course, or actually an axing, and Drina rolled her eyes at the an cs on screen. Truly, she liked horrors because they were always rather comedic to her. It never failed to amaze her how mortals could paint their own kind so damned stupid. She'd lived a long me and met enough mortals to populate a small na on but had never met a female mortal she thought would be stupid enough to go creeping out into a dark yard at night, unarmed and in a skimpy nigh e, to inves gate a er hearing or seeing something there that disturbed or scared her.
And while Drina had dipped into enough male mortal minds to know that the majority of them seemed to think about sex with every fifth or sixth heartbeat, she was quite sure even they wouldn't think it clever or exci ng to drag a female away from the safety of the herd to indulge in a quicky when dismembered bodies of friends or partygoers were falling around them like snow in a Canadian winter. Seriously, at one me she had actually considered it insul ng to humans as a whole, but lately she'd started to find it an amusing reflec on of the lack of intelligence of the moviemakers. Between that and the fact that a great majority of movies today appeared to be remakes, it made her wonder how the devil they made any money at all in Hollywood.
Drina almost groaned aloud as one of the characters locked themselves in a windowless bathroom to escape the axe-wielding psycho killer who simply axed his way through the door while the girl trembled in the tub waiting to die.
Couldn't she even find something, anything, to try to hurt the guy with? Granted, perhaps not everyone kept scissors or other deadly items in their bathroom, but there was shampoo to squirt in his eyes and blind him, or even condi oner to squirt on the floor just inside the door so that the killer might slip and fall when he finally entered. That would at least give her the opportunity to race past and make a run for a smarter escape route. Surely anything was be er than just standing there wailing and squealing and wai ng to die with her boobs jiggling about? And it wasn't like she didn't have me to think while watching him slam the axe repeatedly through the door.
Shaking her head as the wailing, screeching, jiggling girl got the axe in the head, Drina reached for her drink, and then paused as mo on in the backyard caught her eye. Frowning, she squinted, trying to make out what she'd seen. From her posi on, all she could see was the very back of the yard, and she'd thought she'd seen motion out there and a brief flash of reflected light.
Stephanie gasped in horror, and Drina glanced back toward the girl to see her cuddling a pillow and watching the screen wide-eyed as another character pre y much threw himself under the axe, or into it as the case may be.
Drina glanced back out the window, briefly, but then stood and stepped over Stephanie, heading for the door.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she said quietly.
"Do you want us to pause it?" Stephanie mumbled, eyes glued to the screen.
"No, I won't be a moment," Drina said, and slipped quickly from the room.
Chapter Twelve
Drina walked quickly into Elvi and Victor's bedroom and right past their en suite bathroom, headed for the door to the hall. She didn't have to go to the bathroom, of course. She'd only