Page 54 of The Cruelest Undead
Seth didn’t know how to break it to the man. Someone was likely doing more than stealing bones. This screamed all things nefarious.
And deadly.
Seth pointed toward the ME, and he and his partner headed that way. It was time to dig deeper into this mess.
Sniff around but be careful,he warned his mate.If I have to ground you…
Clariel laughed.
Oh, I will be, and if you want to spank me, Seth, just say it,she offered, sending him pictures of erotic things that made his blood pressure rise.
Holy shit.
His brain almost shut down—well, the upper one.
Behave, and there won’t be spanking. I’m absolutely not spanking my pregnant woman. Hell. No. That will have to wait until after this pregnancy.
I love you, my nut.
There was laughter in his head, and a warm rush of desire that she sent through him.
It made him shudder, and he tried to cover it the best he could, but it was so hard.
No, he was so hard.
Because his mate needed space to get closer to the scene, Seth got them all away from that first set of open graves and to the other one.
Only, he knew this was dire.
In that one section of the cemetery, they saw the grave that had lost its inhabitant.
Oh, Jesus.
This was going to be bad.
Really.
Really.
Bad.
Seth knew the grave and knew it well. It was a tourist spot for most people coming toNew Orleans,and quite possibly the most famous crypt.
The ME explained how he found it.
“I was walking around looking to make sure there weren’t more victims, and found this,” Doctor Lex Wren said, pointing.
Oh, his gut dropped, and for a couple of reasons.
So many tourists came to Marie Laveau’s grave, and now, it was broken open too.
Marie Laveau—the Voodoo priestess.
Inside, there were scraps of clothing where she’d been laid to rest.
But no bones.
Oh, shit.
