Page 191 of Mayhem and Minnie

“Or someone else fed on them—something else.”

“What are you talking about?”

In the blink of an eye, he’s in front of me.

“Has Minerva been down here?”

“Yes. And if you’re going to ask if she knows about my killings, she does.” I roll my eyes.

His cheek twitches.

“So she knows about the death in this house, and she’s been to this location…” he muses.

“Don’t you dare,” I grit out. “She’s your fucking sister. Act like it! Instead of trying to find things to blame her for, maybe you could help her.”

“Help her?” He releases a dry laugh. “I’ve done nothing but help her. And yet she does this. She gets embroiled with another human when it’s a human who put her in this situation in the first place.”

I frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Ah, so you don’t know everything.”

I raise a brow. I’m pretty sure he’s talking about Lucien, and while it might piss me off to hear about him, it’s only going to give me more reasons to desecrate his remains properly and violently.

“Our kind is not allowed to interfere in mortals’ affairs, let alone get involved with them on a…personal level. That’s the first rule she broke. The rest are just a consequence of that.”

“When you say mortals, does that mean that you’re?—”

“Deities,” he replies matter-of-factly. “Another thing you didn’t seem to know.”

I stare at him.

I gathered she was immortal, but not a fucking goddess! Though at this point, does it really matter? My fiancée is a demon slayer and a goddess? I whistle aloud. Damn, I’m a lucky guy.

“You’re not…fazed.” He frowns.

“Why would I be?” I shrug. “She’s a goddess. That’s seriously badass.”

“Badass?” He narrows his eyes at me.

“You wouldn’t understand,” I say and dust the front of his shirt, uniform, whatever it is. “You’re too starchy for that.” I wink at him.

His lips flatten in annoyance.

Coldness spreads from the tips of my fingers up my hands and arms. I pull back, swearing under my breath.

“You should know your place, human.”

“Right, I’m so sorry, oh my dear god, how could I ever put my puny hands on you?”

“Good that you recognize you are puny.”

I raise a brow.

“Maybe. But certainly your sister doesn’t think that. Did she tell you how quickly she took off her clothes for me?”

Now, I am being an asshole on purpose. Molokai doesn’t deserve anything less considering how he’s been speaking of my Minnie. Of course, perhaps I’m alluding to some salacious actions, but it’s his fault if he misinterprets my words. Minnie did take her clothes off within a day of meeting me. Unfortunately, nothing else happened—something I still bemoan late at night when my arousal becomes too painful.

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