Kneeling on disturbed dirt beside a man who had, moments ago, appeared to have a vertical mouth splitting his entire head in two, in front of a devastatingly beautiful woman leaning casually on a shovel, was not something Cecilia had ever expected to do in the middle of a graveyard at night.
And yet, here she was.
"Why are you screaming, Bunny?" The woman asked.
"I thought there were ghosts." Bunny, the tall man in white T-shirt, shivered with a grimace that seemed entirely too genuine for a being of his apparent power.
"And why are you screaming when you saw it was us?" The woman turned to Cecilia, one perfect eyebrow arching.
"I-I really thought you were ghosts! The mouth and the face!" Cecilia pointed at both of them in turn, then slowly withdrew her finger, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "S-sorry."
The woman sighed. It was a beautiful, long, put-upon sound that suggested this was not the first time her evening had been interrupted by panicked mortals.
