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Vanth waved her hand, and they were both dressed.

“Call for me,” she said. “We’re going to be working on finding the sword.”

Cerise heard her, but said nothing. She was staring into Logan’s eyes, and telling him it would be okay.

It was when he closed them, and his body tensed.

Logan?

When he opened his eyes, he did the only thing he could.

He.

Screamed.

Nothing would be the same for him ever again.

Chapter Thirteen

Mambo’s Shop

The Dilemma

Time: Less Than Twelve Hours

Well, that was the last thing they wanted to hear from the dead woman they’d just necromanced to help them solve their Mathew problem. In fact, now, they were pretty sure that this was going to bone them good.

Talk about their backs to the wall.

Now, they needed to figure out a way around this before the metaphysical clock ran out of time and they were Fate’s bitch.

That would be bad.

Real.

Bad.

At that moment, Flynn was still healing, and he wasn’t out and about in his meat suit. Instead, he was tucked away, waiting until the time came where he had to save Rinnon’s ass again.

That, technically, is the job of my vessel.

I want a pay raise. In fact, I want a week off on a beach with my woman in a bikini. Make that happen.

There was laughter.

I will be joining you.

No, you won’t until that memory of the ten naked vampyres in an orgy disappears,Jolie reminded him.

There was a pause.

WHAT ORGY?Rinnon asked, and Jolie wasn’t one hundred percent sure if he was lying or being honest. Rinnon was getting better at covering his ass.

Instead of saying anything, she focused on Death. He wasn’t far away.

Oh, and to say he was agitated would be an understatement.

“My love, are you with us?” she asked, as she saw him hyper-focused.

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