Nola Reynolds

I looked the tall grinning woman over with one swollen eye as she bustled about the cave room, arranging shit that was much better left on its own.

“What was it you said you saw now?” Ma Jules drawled, arching the jagged tufts of one severe black eyebrow at me.

“A room in the walls, and-and a creature that copied Dennis’ face, a mimic, or it could have been Dennis the whole time!” I whispered fiercely, encouraged when the coffee-colored woman turned to me sharply, the red threads appearing in the whites of her eyes.

“Does this have anything to do with the attention she's been getting from...