The Deadliest Bite (Jaz Parks)
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I have two choices. Carve Brude's name into Hell's bile-encrusted gates. Or lose my soul.
After an assassination attempt on Vayl, I find myself pulled into a tangled web that takes the gang to Romania. So how will I save a ghost, rescue a demon, and cheat the Great Taker out of a soul he's slavering for while defeating my nastiest foe yet so that Vayl can, at last, cherish a few precious years with his sons? With careful planning, major violence, and one (hopefully) final trip to Hell.
jump, bringing the Rocenz to hell’s gate, Zell Culver to the exact spot where he could be of the most help, Helena between Vayl and Roldan, and Sthenno into a no-win situation. Because, despite knowing all about Lord Torledge’s dirty damned dealings now, there was still no way I was going to let his mother win this battle. “Fuck me.” “Jasmine!” This time it was Raoul objecting to my choice of words. “Sorry, I just think, wherever I look lately, I end up deciding I’m working for the wrong damn
out is whether you want to be standing in the crossfire or watching from the roof when we get down to business.” While I waited for him to decide I wondered if I’d gone too far. If, maybe, the ghost of Aaron Senior, and Junior’s shocked blue eyes, would cause Vayl to launch into an “Aw, come on, be nice to my wittle boy” lecture. But when I looked up at him, he leaned down and brushed a kiss onto my cheek. “Have I told you lately what a magnificent woman you are?” he whispered, his breath
happy times in had belonged to a woman he’d loved. Or if he’d just enjoyed meals from a cook who’d had a similar setup. And right now—I didn’t wanna know. So I dug into the bowl of cookie dough ice cream that Vayl had dipped for me and grooved on the grossed-out expression that passed over Aaron’s face as he watched his former target sip a second helping of government blood from his favorite mug. Raoul was the one who finally spoke up. “Does knowing that Roldan ordered the young man who may be
and was checking the backs of his hands for signs of smoke. “Don’t worry,” Raoul told him as he nodded toward the cross. “You’re under my protection here.” Vayl stuck his hands in his pockets. “Thank you,” he said. He went to the opposite side of the room, where a door flanked by two arched stained glass windows would let beautiful light in during the day. I tried to gauge his mood by the way his shoulders strained against his suit coat, but it was too hard to tell while his back was turned. So
said.” “I know. My Granny May was from the Midwest.” “Is she in the Thin?” he asked hopefully. I laughed out loud. “Hell no! She’s probably in God’s left ear right now, informing him that maybe he should change his gemstone polish, because the pearly gates aren’t looking quite as shiny as they should.” Aaron’s smile suddenly made the whole room look dull by comparison. “Mom was just like that!” “How about your dad?” I asked. Instant sorrow. “Not so much. Dad knew two things. How to brew