Chapter 14: To know no more is woman’s happiest knowledge and her praise. – IV, 638
“Sorry, you’ve just been going around the city, setting fire to people?” The look on Nihira’s face mirrors how Logan has felt inside about Lane since the other night.
They just look unfazed. “I wouldn’t call those things ‘people’.”
“Wow,” Saint is the first to open his mouth, everyone else being too stunned to speak right then. “You talk about all us supernaturals like that or are the vamps special?”
Even Logan has to admit they’d sounded pretty ‘Gabriel’ just then.
Lane huffs out a gust of air, looking quite a bit like someone had just called them a puppy kicker.
“These aren’t Stefan Salvatore types. Yes, their bodies used to be people, but whoever was in there before is not in there now. Iblis…” They turn to Ezra, muttering in French.
“The devil,” he supplies.