were all the shitty parts coming to fruition and not the one thing that would be wonderful? Hell, I was definitely staying away from thrones today. Having my ass glued to velvet would be wildly inconvenient.
“We’ll be fine,” Ethan said. “If Wilhem’s men won’t leave, you will handle as many as you can, and we’ll put the rest in the dungeon if we have to. The main objectives are eliminating the Zombies and finding the source.”
“We got the reporters,” Matthew said, entering the room with wild eyes and fangs out.
Ethan’s smile was positively terrifying. He was not screwing around. “All of them?” he demanded.
“All five from the list,” David confirmed as he walked in behind Matthew and joined the conversation. “Martha and Jane captured every one of them. They’re in the interrogation room.”
“Under guard?” Ethan asked.
“Yes, my Liege, and bound in silver,” Matthew replied.
“The one whose sphincter we got last night isn’t walkin’ so good,” Martha announced with pride as she and Jane waddled into the room. “Want me to remove the rest of their buttholes?”
“Umm… no, but thank you,” Ethan said, wincing. “That will not be necessary.”
“Can we shake those mother humpers down for info?” Jane asked. “We have the perfect form of torture if they don’t wanna talk.”
“And what exactly is that?” I asked, terrified of the answer.
The old idiots exchanged smug glances. “While we’re the champions of American Idol, there’s one song that we’ve been forbidden to sing by our hot-ass, reluctant mentor, Simon Cowell,” Martha explained as all the Vamps in the room paled at the thought of Martha and Jane singing anything.
“Yep,” Jane chimed in, adjusting her sequined leggings that had somehow drooped low enough for her to look like a plumber with her crack hanging out. “Last time we warbled the melody there was so much blood squirting out of the ears of our audience, we felt a little bad. It also made us hungry, but that’s not pertinent to the story.”
“It was fuckin’ brain shattering,” Martha added. “Literally.”
“So, you’re going to go in there and sing this song until they come clean?” Ethan asked, squinting at them in disbelief.
“Dang right we are,” Jane told him. “Trust me, after the first chorus, they’re gonna be beggin’ to tell us what they know.”
“It’s creative,” Jax pointed out, biting back a grin.
“And vicious,” David added.
“Just might work,” Matthew said, looking at Ethan. “They certainly won’t be expecting it.”
Ethan closed his eyes for a second, then laughed. “Fine. I need names. I need the names of anyone who fed them the Zombie information. I need to know what they know. Everything they know, including if they’re privy to who’s behind it.”
“And I want to know which dumbass said my dress was boring,” I added.
“On it,” Martha said, marching across the room with Jane right behind her.
“What song are they singing?” Anastasia asked with a frightened expression, clearly remembering she’d won a six-hour and thirty-two-minute private concert.
I snapped my fingers and provided everyone with enchanted earplugs. “I have no clue, and I don’t ever want to hear it.”
“Put in the earplugs,” Ethan instructed. “We have no time for anyone’s brain to explode.”
He didn’t have to ask twice.
“He’s not at the compound,” Jax said, entering the room looking furious. “He’s disappeared.”
“More like running for his undead life,” I said.
“Find him,” Ethan snarled. “Now.”
“Yes, your majesty,” Jax said, exiting quickly.
While the gals had been busting on brains and eardrums, I’d updated Ethan and the Guards on what I’d learned from Vinnie. Ethan, Jax, Matthew and David had been appalled at the tale of how Zombies were created. Jax had a distant memory of the story but had always thought it was a myth, just as Vinnie had. Unfortunately, there was still no word on the location of the ten new Zombies.
There were four of us around the table now, Ethan, Levi, Anastasia and me. Martha and Jane stood off to the side since they were drenched in blood and still hyped up from the unusual interrogation that had provided a wealth of information.
“Okay,” I said, pressing my temples and trying to make sense of what we’d learned. “So, Walter the uppity door Vamp has been feeding the tabloids information.”
“Yep,” Jane said. “Took a whole chorus to get that out of the scumbag reporters.”
“Snarky asshole,” Martha muttered. “I didn’t like that little fucker when he wouldn’t let us in to see you last night.”
“I was ready to have a go at his sphincter, but wasn’t sure who he was,” Martha said.