Page 115 of The Cruelest Undead

Vanth bounced merrily.

“Bone apple teeth,” she said, dragging the bag to a corner to begin her feast.

Jolie looked confused.

“Bon appetit?” she asked.

The demoness shrugged.

“That’s what I said.”

It was when she beat the bag off of the wall a few times that the chaos continued.

“Oh, he’s really fresh. Thank you, Father.”

Even her mate, Lucian, didn’t watch. While he loved his woman, he wasn’t going to watch her chow down on a person.

That was a bit much.

Only, Vanth had to Vanth.

As they stood there, the human detective stared at the sight going on in the corner.

“Jesus Christ! Is she eating someone?”

Everyone in the room laughed. This was absolutely normal for Vanth and not something they worried about. She was family, and it was better to have her on your side.

Flynn patiently explained.

“Yes. She’s a special demoness who happens to have a predilection for flesh. Don’t ask too many questions. She’ll tell you more than you want to know.”

Logan actually closed his eyes.

“I hit my head. That’s the only explanation. I’m in a coma in a hospital.”

“You might be if we don’t handle this,” Flynn admitted.

Logan opened his eyes, and focused.

“Can we just talk about work?” he asked. “I’ve met a God, and now a demoness. I need to think about something normal. That would be work.”

Flynn got that.

Again, been there.

Done that.

“Sure. If that’s what you’re ready to do. We’re going to head to the morgue. We have a dead human found in one of the crypts who didn’t belong there. Maybe that will lead us to the cross.”

Jolie said nothing.

In fact, she wasn’t even looking at him.

Are we going to do this, Jolie? Do we need to have this argument over something that was done out of protection?

There was no answer, but he felt her anger. That told him she still wasn’t ready.

Flynn continued to focus on the job.

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