Page 253 of The Cruelest Undead

“What do you mean?”

Logan shrugged and then explained.

“She’s an ER nurse. Cops are in and out of the ER all of the time. She’ll be telling my coworkers I’m a dog, and that I’m a horrible human being.”

Cerise didn’t like that.

“What’s her name?” she inquired.

“Laurie Benoit.”

Cerise kept asking questions.

“Where does she work?” she questioned.

“Tulane.”

Then, it hit him.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, as he saw her intent in her mind.

Oh, well, she’d decide when she saw her, but for the time being, that was simple.

“I’m going to talk to her about what happens if she besmirches your reputation.”

He tried to minimize it.

“Cerise, Baby, she’s vicious. She’ll cut a bitch. She slapped me twice in anger...”

The second it was out of his mouth, he realized telling his new girl about the breakup was probably a mistake.

A huge one.

“I mean…”

She stopped him right there.

“She put her hands on you?” she asked. “She slapped my mate? Well, now, I definitely need to do something about that bullshit.”

She was up, and walking toward the door.

Logan began panicking.

“Where are you…?”

But it was too late.

She was gone.

Cerise walked out, and headed down the hall. At one of the doors, she stopped to knock.

When the door opened, and Vanth had blood on her lips, she knew why.

“Uh, sorry to bother you and Lucian,” she said. “But I need to go to a hospital.”

Vanth looked confused.

“Why? You’re not able to die. Did you eat something that made you sick? You’ll just puke it up…”

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