Ethan pointed.
“Upside down pentagrams, that symbol of the three goddesses, maid-mother-and crone? There’s so much stuff you could buy online. Call me crazy, but if you’re going to be a true practitioner of Voodoo, aren’t you using more organic things like gris-gris bags, chicken bones, and blood?”
Gene was listening.
“Uh, health code violations?”
Ethan explained.
“It’s just the ordinary symbols and nothing weird. The ones on the victims match up with nothing in this club—minus the evil eye, but most religions have an evil eye. It’s not exclusive to one.”
Okay, he had a point.
Gene felt a little better.
“It’s too much. The person who killed the three men wanted us to stumble down this rabbit hole. I bet it’s a trap, too.”
Oh, well, now he really was glad they wereALLgoing there together.
Then again, the four of them found a body together, so…
For Gene, talking it out helped. He was far less twitchy.
“Well, we’re having date night at the converted church that’s now a place calledDark Spirits. I hope that gets my man all hot and bothered in a‘I hope we make it out without a possession’kind of a way.”
He leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“There’s a drink called the Vampire’s Erection. It’s served in a tall glass and tastes like…”
He stopped him.
“Don’t. I don’t want to know. I mean, I do want to know, but then I’ll be thinking about it. You don’t happen to have a vampire kink, do you?”
Ethan stared into his eyes, and gave him the grin.
“Yeah, but in them, I’m the vampire.”
Oh, Jesus, save him.
He was going to Hell because he was thinking truly dirty things about his man.
After licking his lips, he pulled into a driveway, and fortunately, they’d reached their destination.
“We’re here,” he said, parking at the curb.
But it was too late.
He was thinking about sex.
It was clear who had more control, and it wasn’t him.
Not.
Even.
Close.
When Ethan closed the laptop, Gene moved quickly, catching him off guard. He grabbed him by the hair, yanking him across the center console, and to his mouth.
