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How was it that the Creator decided to make this hairbrained lunatic immortal? “I am not following, goddess.”
“People’s souls will have nowhere to go! Then humans will stop dying. Except, they’ll still die. Only they won’t.”
“Errr…” Maxton tilted his head to one side. “Dead but not dead? Like me?”
“No, no, Fangy-Cakes. Nothing like you. Imagine the planet filled with dead people who can’t die—all rotting and diseased, not to mention stinky. Do you want the entire planet to become one enormous trash heap of undead?”
Frankly, he could not care less.
She continued, “All you need to do is give your blood to a few people on a list I’ve made, and all will be right in the world again. Is that so much to ask?” She pulled a folded piece of paper from her front pocket and held it up.
“I must respectfully decline.”
Cimil’s face turned as red as her hair. Fine by him. Maybe he would get lucky, and she would kill him.
Cimil got up and began pacing the room, speaking into thin air. “Yes. An excellent idea, Minktoid.” Cimil pointed a gaunt finger at him. “What if I could offer you the one thing you’ve always wanted? I can make you mortal again. And in forty or so years, you’ll die. No more waiting for someone stronger and fiercer to come and kill you. You’ll just kaput!”
Maxton’s cold heart started to rattle with glee.An end to my suffering?“You can do that?”
“I can’t, but I know someone who can.”
I could die. Finally, legitimately die. As a good Catholic. Who obviously has much killing to repent for.“May I have a few days to think it over?”
“I can give you until midnight tomorrow. Any more than that, we risk some of the people on that list croaking. Tractor deaths are on the rise.”
He was unsure what a tractor was, but all right. “I will give you my reply tomorrow.”
She handed him the piece of paper. “You might want to give this a read while you’re chewing on my proposal.”
He placed the paper in his pocket.
She added, “Oh, and you are to tell no one of my offer, vampire. I mean it. If you do, it’s off.”
He nodded and left the horrible room to find Damien waiting upstairs.
“Well?” Damien asked eagerly. “How did it go?”
“I am unsure.”
“Did Cimil agree to let both women live?”
What part ofhe was unsuresounded confusing? “I did my part and asked. I suggest you discuss the goddess’s answer with her yourself. I will wait outside. This place makes me uneasy.” Too many colors.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Damien was officially in panic mode. Cimil had refused to change her mind. Why was she so set on inflicting suffering?
And then she has the gall to offer up advice as if she were my friend?Her exact words were, “I suggest instead of thinking with your long hard one, you think long and hard about what you’re getting on the inside. You have until the end of the day tomorrow to make your choice. Sky, the woman who lights up your heart? Or Willa, the woman who broke it?”
For fuck’s sake. If it came down to his heart, of course he’d choose Sky. She was a good woman who always wanted to do right. She inspired him to be a better man. No, that was wrong. Also, a cliché.
She inspires me to be less of a deadly selfish bastard.
Willa was the opposite, though that didn’t negate the fact he still felt deeply for her. They had history. Long ago, he loved her. She once carried his child. How could he let her die?
Damien entered his house, which he’d obtained as payment during his time as a fixer. One of his clients, a vampire before the Great Explosion, had been filmed drinking five women. It had taken several weeks and thousands in bribes to clean up the mess, and this house had been given as payment. Five bedrooms, infinity pool, outdoor bar, rooftop lounging area, spacious garage, and a five-hundred-square-foot closet just for his suits. All overlooking Sunset.
“I’m ready for a night of greasy chow mein, fine scotch, and a hot shower,” Damien grumbled, placing his delivery order on the app as they entered the living room. He’d barely had time to clean up or eat after arriving home this afternoon. “Maxton, there is a basement that belonged to the prior owner—his vampire sex dungeon. It’s now a wine cellar, but…” Damien looked up to see the entire gang assembled. “What the hell are you all doing here?”
