Page 53 of The Cruelest Undead
One time, Clariel. One time.
Because the man made her so happy, she sent him laughter and love.
It was time to focus on work, and not his sexy vampyre woman.
What worried Seth was that in NOLA, there were a lot of supernatural deaths, as of late.
And it sucked.
Well, for the victims.
Who knew what was preying on people now? Somehow, he didn’t think it would be Vamps because the ones here knew better.
Every kill would have consequences.
Percy ran this city just like Jolie had.
Firmly.
Most of the time, they were safe, unless you considered the mess with Fate and the bruhaha she was having with Rinnon.
No one was safe then.
Since this was Jolie’s home, and she lovedNew Orleans, this was a target city for most of the angst being thrown at Rinnon.
The whole family knew it.
This was going to be bad.
Seth could feel it.
“Someone’s sick,” Logan admitted, as he shook his head in disgust. “Who cracks open a grave, then dumps a fresh body in after removing the corpse and desecrating other graves?”
Seth said nothing.
Why?
Because he knew.
A monster.
It all seemed to point back at that, now didn’t it? That’s why he was worried. They weren’t equipped to deal with the things Rinnon chased.
Not.
Even.
Close.
When they heard a whistle not far away, the city ME peeked his head around the corner to get their attention. When the ME wanted you, that only meant one thing.
Trouble.
“Uh, we have another empty grave. It looks as if someone was stealing bones or grave robbing.”
Oh, boy.
It wouldn’t be that simple, and he knew it.
