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Out of the corner of his eye, Logan saw all his friends lock and load. They’d been around the Horsemen all their lives and knew the deal. Mace and Blade, more in sync as cousins than any brothers, dropped their hands to the knives they kept at their hips. Sabre casually reached for an empty beer bottle on a nearby table, but his right arm, with its glyphs from finger to throat, was a weapon in itself.
“Oh, for Satan’s sake,” Beth huffed. She released Logan’s hand and plumped her breasts so her nipples were one deep breath away from popping out of her dress. “You were always so fucking wound up, Thanny.”
Thanny?
Logan looked between her and his father with growing horror. “Oh, shit,” he croaked, taking a step back from her. “Did you and my dad fu—?”
“Dude,” Mace interrupted. “You know the story. Your dad was a virgin until your mom came along.” He eyed Beth speculatively and gave a satisfied nod. “He could have cheated on your mom, though, I guess.”
There was the sharp, quick hiss of a blade clearing its sheath, a blur of motion, and then Mace was flying backward. He slammed into the wall with a clack of teeth and a grunt, his arm pinned to the plaster with a knife through the sleeve of his leather jacket.
“We will have words later, Mace,” Thanatos growled as he came to a halt a foot away from Beth. He towered over her, a mountain of menace made even more frightening by the wispy souls wriggling at his feet, anxious to be released. Anxious to kill.
Logan leveled an apologetic look at Mace before rounding on his father. “Are you going to explain what the hell is going on? Why are you cockblocking me and stabbing my friends? How do you even know Beth?”
“Yes, Thanny,” she said coyly, one finger slipping inside her dress to stroke a nipple. “Do tell this tasty boy how you know me.”
With a growl a hellhound would envy, Thanatos grabbed Beth by the throat and backed her into a support beam. A drop of blood welled at the tip of his sword, where it pressed into her breastbone.
Logan started forward, prepared to intervene…although he wasn’t sure who would need the help. “Dad—”
“Her name isn’t Beth, Logan. It’s Lilith.”
Logan stood there like a dope for a second, unable to comprehend what his father was saying.
“NotaLilith.TheLilith,” Thanatos prompted. “My mother.” He stabbed Logan with his finger. “Yourgrandmother. Yourdeadgrandmother.”
Shock stole Logan’s breath. She was his grandmother? The one who had committed countless atrocities? The one who had worked with Satan in a failed bid to start the Apocalypse? The one his uncle Reseph had slaughtered over three decades ago?
And she’d tried to get into Logan’s bed?
“I—she—what?”
Lilith smiled at him, running her tongue suggestively along her lips as if she wasn’t being held by the throat and at sword point by one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. One of hersons.
Thanatos’s lips peeled back from massive fangs he rarely let anyone see. “Please, tell me you two didn’t…”
“No!” Logan did a full body cringe and threw in a shudder for good measure. “Hell, no. Holy shit!” He wanted to puke just thinking about it.
“Oh, this is fucking hilarious.” Mace yanked the knife free and unpinned himself from the wall. “Logan got granny humped.”
Thanatos didn’t need to pin Mace to the wall with a dagger again. He did it with an ominous glare. “Open your mouth one more time, and we will have more than words. I will be so far up your ass that we’ll both be chewing your gum.”
Mace, not beingcompletelystupid, spit out his gum and inclined his head in a deep and respectful nod. “Yes, sir.”
Technically, he’d opened his mouth, but Thanatos let it go and turned his full attention back to Lilith.
Logan’sgrandma.
And there came the nausea again. Logan had heard stories of the infamous and powerful succubus, Lilith, his entire life. She’d been evil on a level most demons didn’t even achieve, and she’d deserved to die long before her son killed her. But after Azagoth destroyed Sheoul-gra and sent every soul back into a physical body, the entire family had hoped she’d been among the staggering number of casualties suffering in the battle Azagoth had sent his newly re-embodied army into.
Obviously, she’d survived.
Logan tore his gaze away from her, which was easier now that she wasn’t putting out succubus pheromones, and he wasn’t boiling over with lust for her.
Gross. So. Fucking. Gross. He needed a shower.
Swallowing sickly, he glanced at his dad. “How did you know—?”
