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Cerise nodded.

“Promise. Vanth?”

That was all it took. Vanth snapped her fingers, and she was cleaned up.

She even put panties on.

It seemed like one of those moments where you needed britches.

“My love,” she said, kissing Lucian. “Can you babysit the detective, so he doesn’t leave the house? He’s newly mated, and it’s going to be rough on him.”

The man they were talking about protested.

Heavily.

“Hi. I’m a cop who doesn’t need babysitting,” Logan said.

And they ignored him.

“Sure, my love. Come in, mate,” he said, smiling at the man. “We can play cards as we get you through the distance you’re going to feel.”

Logan stared at Cerise, and he was only thinking about one thing, and one thing alone.

“Are you going to kill her?” he asked.

“Nope. We’re going to talk woman-to-vampyre.”

Before he could say anything else, Vanth snapped, and the two females were gone.

“Oh, Jesus. How the hell could this go absolutely wrong?” Logan asked, as Lucian led him into the room they were using.

Seth and Clariel headed his way, to help keep them company. Clariel was bored, and she loved a good, juicy story. There was no way she was missing out on this.

“Don’t worry about it. Just focus in your mind, and if she wants you to see it, you will. Stay still, and just watch.”

Logan was horrified.

This was going to get out of hand.

He’d bet on it.

Chapter Seventeen

Jacques’ Lair

Same Time

Checking In

Time: Less than Seven Hours Remaining…

There was no time to waste, but they had to give Flynn time to work through all of this. He understood how painful loosing parents could be, especially when they were good, decent people.

Jacques didn’t have that problem.

His mother had betrayed them, and his father had been an asshole for all seven hundred years of Jacques’ life.

And he was still dealing with them.

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