Geelie was having such a good time watching the furor in the park that it took her a few minutes to realize that something had changed.
Frowning, she refocused her attention on the room below her.
There was someone new with her prey.
He smelled different. Funny.
Geelie concentrated, then gave a puzzled laugh. He smelled different, but at the same time kind of like the taller one.
She fought the strong urge to slip into the room below her to investigate further. It would be fun, sure, but after they were dead, she'd be back to being bored again.
