LUCAS
I'm going to hell.
I'm going straight to hell on a VIP plane.
Pressing a soft kiss against my phone screen after Ava hangs up isn't why.
Having a raging boner from the sound of her little laugh? That's not why, either… exactly.
But what deranged psychopath gets hard from listening to their mate while slicing body parts off a corpse?
Granted, he's still groaning a little, so he isn't a corpse yet. But he's close.
"Did you fix the chainsaw?"
"Got it working again." Vester holds it up, its teeth gleaming wetly in the dim light. The damn sound of it starting up again had almost ruined my conversation with my mate.
I nod, tearing my gaze away from the screen, Ava's sweet laughter still echoing in my ears. "Let's get this done, then."
Have been SEVERELY ill, in/out of urgent care!