Page 115 of Chaos has a Name
Yeah, no fucking way—especially after he said that. Elizabeth wasn’t playing this game.
“Eve shouldn’t have been running on the floor ofMYMORGUE!”
He pointed at Chris.
“He had a spider as a pet and you let it live. Technically, it is Chris’ morgue, not yours.”
Chris laughed.
“Uh, Anthony, it died in the fire that killed Cyra. Don’t even go there.”
She moved closer to him, and Tony stepped back a full three feet. It was like he knew that she was going to strangle him.
“Christopher, what’s the rule of marriage?” she asked, about to link it to the lab too.
Well, he knew that one.
“What’s hers is hers, and what’s mine is also hers,” he stated.
Tony sighed.
“Traitor.”
Oh, no, he wasn’t a traitor. It took him this long to get her to believe that his things were hers. What of hers did he want?
Not her boots.
All he really wanted was her love and body—both of which he got often and endlessly. The bone man was on his own.
At Tony’s words, the lightbulb went on over the goth’s head.
“Are we allowed to bring our pets to school?” he asked. “I have a python that will…”
She stopped that.
“You. Vlad. Back up from the one nut. I don’t need two nuts in the same place. Anthony, pass her off. She’ll be safe in the box. She’s not coming with us.”
He sighed, and pulled the tarantula from his pocket. The second he did, it reared up on its back legs like it hated her.
And she didn’t doubt it for one single second.
Of course, Vlad, as she was calling him, moved toward the spider like it was the greatest thing he’d ever seen.
Yeah, not her. Elizabeth moved behind Ethan because she was betting that horribleness could at least jump a few feet, and she wasn’t above using a Native bodyguard.
Momma didn’t raise no fools.
That thing had fangs because Tony didn’t want to defang her. She wasn’t sure if it had venom. He was just crazy enough to like being bit.
He had some odd kinks.
Because his wife was under an exorbitant amount of stress, Chris got them under control and the introductions over before Tony turned up on the side of a milk carton.
“Okay, team. I’m glad we can all work together. This is Doctor Anthony Magnus, and his wife Doctor Jaxon Magnus. They are our anthropologists. Lesson one for today is don’t do a single thing Tony suggests if it isn’t at all related to work. Don’t plan a trip to Fiji. Don’t run in traffic. Don’t bring spiders, pythons, or octopi to work.”
Elizabeth stared at him like he, too, had lost his mind.
“What? You think that isn’t next? Do you want a spitting octopus in the lab?”
