“We need a vacation.” I hacked off the grasping hand of a zombie girl.
Nate kicked her grandfather in the chest, then pulverized his head. “Ya think?”
I doused the room in kerosene. “I’m thinking Kaia, some shackles, and a thick cotton flogger…”
no! I don’t need to hear this.” Nate tossed in a match and slammed shut
the doors. “Besides, you flatter yourself if you think she’d beat you,
much less for free.”
I grinned at his possessive tone. “Never said I’d be the one bound.”
Nate snorted. “Keep dreaming, Seth. First, we have a priest to kill.”