“I don’t believe in ghosts,” Graciela scoffed. “Shut up.”
“Ouch, why are you so rude?” The man asked, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. He was toying with her, and she didn’t like that at all.
“Why am I being rude?” Graciela looked to her companion. “Should I tell him, Wolf? Or will you?”
Wolf glared at the tattooed male in front of them both. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. Just take us where we need to go, and that’s it. We don’t need to hear any ghost stories.”
“Ghost stories are the best stories,” He said, in a sing-song voice. “You’re both in for a rude awakening. There isn’t any light down here. No living, breathing thing. Ghosts? Maybe. But not what you’re looking for.”
Graciela took a menacing step forward. “Keep talking, buddy. That’ll end real well for you.”
“You are definitely your mother’s daughter,” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Such a foul mouth and a brass personality. And look, you’ve got a human by your side as well. I’m sensing a pattern here-” He stopped talking when Graciela’s fist flew into his face. “Ouch, you little brat.”
Wolf snickered, giving Graciela a thumbs up. “Finally, I thought he’d never shut up.”