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I glanced at Jonas and shrugged. “I think she’s freaked out right now and not thinking clearly so I could tell her my grandmother’s ill and went to visit her and she wouldn’t remember I told her I had no living relatives.”

Nebraska grabbed her phone off the table and stood. “I’m gonna go call Dutch.”

Easton did the same. “I’ll go with her, and call Shep.”

Cash sighed. “I guess I’ll stare at grainy traffic footage with the Mistress of the Dark.”

“I heard that,” Lore yelled from upstairs. “If you’re a good boy and do as you’re told I’ll show you how much I love that name.”

Cash shook his head, and much quieter he said, “And you all say I’ve got issues. That woman is demonic.”

I pinched my lips and sucked them inward so I wouldn’t laugh.

“And yet you’re still playing with Miss Satan,” Jonas noted.

“Nothing wrong with a little cat and mouse to keep life interesting.”

“Who’s the cat and who’s the mouse?” I asked Cash.

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah, idiot, one of them is the prey,” Jonas pointed out.

“Life’s short. Live dangerously.”

None of us spoke until Cash was upstairs.

Then it was Kira who broke the silence. “He’s playing with fire.”

“Yep,” Jonas agreed.

“He’s gonna get burned.”

“Yep.”

“Someone needs to stop him.”

“Yep.”

I was getting dizzy listening to Kira and Jonas go back and forth.

“Any chance you can stop him from…”

“Fucking her?” Jonas supplied and I nodded. “Not a chance.”

“So we just sit back and wait for the blow-up?”

“Yep.”

“That doesn’t sound good, Jonas.”

“It doesn’t sound good because it’s not good. But Cash does what Cash does. He digs Lore, he’s gonna go for it, if he hasn’t already and the only thing we can do is be here for the fallout.”

That was interesting.

I lifted my brow and smiled. “Hasn’t already?”

“They’re sleeping in the same house.”