Page 136 of The Cruelest Undead

She looked confused.

“No.”

Well, that was gross in all kinds of ways. The doctor said she showed signs of rough sex. That meant that she’d died, and then, someone fornicated with her.

Great.

It just got weirder and nastier.

Necrophilia.

Mathew was just as bad now as he was before Flynn terminated his existence.

“Where were you when you were attacked?” Tommy asked, trying to find the hunting ground for the vamp.

As she was trying to recall, she blinked, and it was really slow, like in a horror movie.

Seth was keeping his distance. While he was mated to a vamp, Rinnon’s power was sometimes…creepy.

The woman answered.

“I was in a club. Club Noir. I went with some friends to have fun.”

Flynn was making mental notes inside of the demon God because chances were, they were going to have to go there to find Mathew.

“Why am I dead?” she asked. “Why? What did I do to deserve this?”

The sad answer was nothing. She’d done absolutely nothing to deserve this, and that was why Mathew had to be stopped.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy said. “You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. What’s your name?”

She began crying.

“It’s Ophelia Williamson.”

Tommy made a promise to her.

“We’re going to find who did this to you, and we’ll get you justice. I promise. I’m sorry that you died.”

“Me too.”

From where he stood by the door of the morgue, Seth gave them the heads-up.

His super hearing was picking up something.

“I hear footsteps. You have a minute.”

“Be at peace,” Rinnon said, as he waved his hand, sending Ophelia back to death.

Then, he felt his awareness being pulled back down, as Flynn was returning to the surface.

It was for the best. Rinnon didn’t know how to deal with toxicology reports. That wasn’t his area of experience.

Thank you, Rinnon.

You’re welcome, Flynn.

As the door was unlocked, it took ten seconds before Doctor Matel appeared.

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