Page 89 of Stone Temptation

“Want to listen to some music?”

“If you like. Got any jazz?”

“You like jazz?”

“Love it. Got any Ornette Coleman? He’s my favorite.”

“No jazz. Sorry. Love this new peek behind the curtain, though.”

He giggled, warming my cockles.

“How about a chillout playlist?”

The knock on my door pissed in that cereal.

Luke was on his feet. “Oh, God.”

“Here we go,” I said, answering it.

Carissa entered first, looking hassled in a gray tracksuit, five watches on her left wrist ticking loudly.

“I miss my babies, Asher.”

Didn’t mean we all pissing did! “Hey, ma’am.”

“Hello.” I noticed the amulet in her hand.

Seth followed, immaculate in a black suit with gold trim, a black fur coat slung over his arm.

“Alright?” I greeted him.

He swept past me without a word.

He has no power here.

He has no power here.

I resisted the urge to headbutt him, closing the door gently.

“How are you, Luke?” Carissa asked, taking a seat. “Any more visions?”

“Not so far.” He sat next to her.

“Have you dreamt of this ice?” Seth asked, grimacing at the human’s gray clothes.

“No,” Luke answered.

Seth sat on his other side, leaving me to loom over proceedings.

Try anything, fur fucker, and I’ll wear your teeth around my neck.

Fur fucker?

“Ready?” Carissa asked.

Luke nodded.

Seth brought out the ring. “Give me your hand.”