Page 102 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“I could, but I wouldn’t because my skin would still burn. We may be enhanced, but something like that would take time to heal.”

“How would you know how long it takes to heal?” I gasp as realisation washes over me. “He hurt you before.”

Creed nods, a solemn look overcoming his face. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. The worst would have been the fire. I had to be wrapped up for weeks while my skin healed. You came to visit me, you would...”

“I would help change the dressings and put cream on you, I remember.”

Eating the last bit of meatball from my plate, I place my fork down, the clang of it hitting the stoneware echoing in the now silent kitchen. Creed stands from his chair and grabs our empty plates, placing them in the sink.

“Mr Z wants me to start training with you guys. Would you maybe take me in the morning?” I ask nervously, not even sure why I’m feeling this way. It’s not like I’ve never been around Creed before.

“Of course. You’re welcome to stay in Laughn’s room tonight. I can take you home after training so you can change for school.”

“I would like that.”

Creed’s phone buzzes and his brows furrow as he types back a response.

“Is something wrong?”

“There is a body coming in shortly.”

My eyes widen. A dead body.

I almost forgot that there is a damn morgue inside this house. “Can I see the morgue?” It might be morbid, but I’ve never seen one, and in reality, the only time I would I’d be dead.

“Sure, let me get some pants on and I’ll take you down.”

Creed walks out of the kitchen, leaving me to wait here for him. He comes back down a couple minutes later dressed in a pair of grey sweats.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. So help me, jumping him isn’t an option.You hate him, remember?I shake away the lust fogging my brain and follow him down a set of stairs to a metal door. He keys in a code and pushes the door open.

My scream pierces the air when I am startled bysomethingmoving in the corner of my eye. Creed almost falls over from laughter as he picks it up.

“What thefuckis that?” I screech. I thought Laughn was bad with his snakes, but this house just keeps getting weirder.

“This is a cat.”

“No way is that”—I point to the creepy-looking animal in his hand—“a cat. It looks like a naked mole rat or a ball sack, not a cat.”

“Well, he is a cat, and his name is Daddy Warbucks.”

“Why is this so-called cat in the morgue?”

“He spends most of his time down here, and he must have snuck in earlier when I was working.”

“Oh my god, I can see its balls!” I squeal, covering my eyes. “Kick it out!”

Creed shakes his head but locks the cat out.

I look around the room and it’s not overly big like what I thought morgues would be. There are twelve rectangular metal doors stacked against the wall, and I presume those are the fridges he keeps the bodies in.

“What’s that?” I ask, pointing to another door. It looks daunting, and I have a bad feeling I’m not going to like what it is.

“That’s the cremation chamber.”

“So that’s where...” I trail off, and Creed nods his head yes. I bite my lip to keep my tears at bay.

“One day, when you’re ready, I can show you how to do an autopsy.” Creed tries to change the subject, and thankfully, it works. My ears prick at the idea of watching someone get cut open.

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