into board games and kittens had shocked me in the beginning. Now, I was thrilled. We had game night every Tuesday unless the world was going to Hell… like now.
“Bottom line is this,” Ethan said, sliding a katana into a scabbard at his waist. “There are most likely more Zombies, and we don’t know where they’re coming from. Right now, the problem is on the West Coast, but that could change. Or if we’re lucky, it was an isolated incident—although, I doubt it. What we do know is that they’re killing Vampyres. Not good.”
“And you eliminated them?” I questioned.
“We did,” David replied. David was huge like Matthew, but his red hair and light smattering of freckles made him a little less menacing looking.
Ethan nodded and continued to arm himself. “Magic didn’t work,” he explained tersely. “It was hand to hand. Removal of the head seemed to be the only option.”
“Messy,” Matthew pointed out.
“Understatement,” Jax added.
“Fucking gross,” David said. “We left no evidence. Human authorities are unaware at this point. We mind-wiped the entire area.”
“If humans find out, we have even bigger problems on our hands,” Ethan said. “The secrecy of Immortals is why we can live in plain sight. Going back into the shadows would cause anarchy among our kind.”
Fuck. We were close to anarchy all the freaking time. We didn’t need a bunch of living dead forcing our hand.
“How were they created?” I asked. I knew from the movies that Zombies were created by other Zombies. However, I also knew that the method was most likely bullshit. The movies about Vampyres were hilariously wrong.
“Not a clue,” Ethan answered. “I’ve never come across a Zombie in all my years. Don’t know how to create a Zombie and don’t know who created them.”
I shuddered as I recalled my conversation with Satan. “Well, if you were able to kill them, they were created by Vampyres,” I told the group.
“And you know this, how?” Ethan asked, staring at me in surprise.
“Uncle Fucker,” I explained. “I told him about my dream, and he said the species that creates the Zombies is the only species that can destroy them.”
Ethan sat down and pressed his temples. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“You already are,” I joked, going for a bit of levity in the unfolding shitshow. It didn’t really land all that well. I should seriously stop telling jokes.
Ethan gave me a weary smile. “Why would my people create Zombies that destroy Vampyres? Makes very little sense.”
“Are we sure it’s our own people?” I asked.
“We are not,” Ethan admitted. “We’re trying to keep a lid on it until we learn more. However, word has already spread. I was queried about it many times last evening.”
“What did you say?” I asked, sitting down next to him.
“That it is being taken care of,” he replied flatly.
“Wait. Wouldn’t someone know if a bunch of Vamps went missing?” I asked.
“Excellent point,” Ethan said, keying in on his men. “Check in with the West Coast generals and get the names of anyone in their area that has disappeared.”
Ethan was the Vampyre Prince of all of North America. However, North America was large, and he had assigned regional generals to deal with everyday issues. We dealt with the big issues, and this one was big.
The loud bang on the door jarred me, and I almost blew up the entire room. Slapping my sparking hands down on the table, I closed my eyes and counted to ten. Being on edge wasn’t going to help anyone.
“Hey!” Martha shouted from the hallway. “We have a fucking problem, Jugs LaChiChis.”
My chin dropped to my chest. I groaned dramatically. Dealing with the rag magazines right now was low on the priority list. I was sure I’d gotten raked over the coals, but Ethan was right. Since there was very little I could do about them, ignoring the tabloids was my new plan of action.
Matthew grinned. As much as Martha and Jane drove everyone nuts, the Vampyres loved them. Plus, in battle, the old biddies were insane. “Should I let them in?”
“Yep,” I said, noticing the elaborately wrapped gift box on the side table next to the leather couch. If it was full of sphincters, I didn’t want to know. They were getting their mystery box back. “They’ll just keep bitching and whining until we do.”
With a curt nod, Matthew let the imbeciles in.
“Lookin’ fiiiine, Matthew,” Martha said, slapping his ass, much to his amusement, then turning to me. “LaBomba Nuggets, you’re not gonna be happy.”
“Nope,” Jane agreed, waving at