Logan completely ignored her question. "So it's all a sham? Why would Azar need somebody in the political world to do his dirty work?""He still hasn't figured it out?" Ira smiled deliciously as the words left her lips. "That's rich. I would have figured the great Logan Ralston would have had the whole mystery wrapped up and tied up with a little bow by now.""Even Sherlock needs a little--" Logan started."Shhhh," the succubus said as she placed her entire hand over Logan's mouth. "My 'dear husband' is about to start his speech." The music cut off, and everybody stopped what they were doing so that they could give Franklin their full attention."Logan's fellow Phoenicians, his fellow Americans, thank you for coming out tonight," the politician began. "Can I first start off by saying that he is very impressed with this turnout? I knows this entire fundraiser was short notice, but he'd like to extend a big thank-you to our host, Robert Quinn!"The crowd erupted in cheers an

“So, back to Proposition Sixty-Six…” Logan tried to get Forneus back on track. “Right.” Franklin nodded. “So, I was proudly one of the many representatives to put my name on this piece of legislation. I want to see good ‘ol red-blooded Americans like you, Mr. Pearson, get what they deserve. Did you know that in less than two decades, scientists predict that our entire infrastructure system here will collapse?” He looked over the politician’s shoulder and saw Abina give him a thumbs up.“That sounds made up,” Logan said with skepticism.Beth returned with the entire bottle of wine and two new glasses, sat them down in front of them, and then walked away in a hurry. Franklin pointed a drunken finger at Logan's face. “I thought you were supposed to be on our side?” he interrogated.“I am, I am.” Logan corrected. “I just have a hard time believing rhetoric and simple words, that’s all. I’m a man of hard science, you know?”“Damn straight,” Marvin slurred a

Logan tackled the madame out of the way of the attack just before it could connect.“A boy and his dog!” The ugly fucker laughed. “It’s a trope as old as time itself.”“Bro, did you seriously just give away your one weakness?” Rafe called out from above. “What a fucking idiot.”“It’s called a strategic revelation,” the demon retorted. “I like to give a little bit of mystery to my prey before--”“You have to kill him and the dog within a few minutes of each other, or else they’re just gonna keep coming back,” Rafe explained.“How did you kn--” the fucker started to ask as his eyes opened wide with fear.“You need to work on your riddle skills, bro!” The goblin cackled as Kelda released her blue spell and flew off to fight the hellhound.“That’s actually great.” Logan summoned red and green Magicfire into his hands. “That means I can kill you as many times as I fucking want.” He reached up, engulfed the battle axe with jade flames, and then hurled it at the boil-filled demo

"Logan corrected the goblin.“That’s what I said, Tagliatelle,” the goblin nodded.“No, Machiavelli.”“Manicotti, got it,” Rafe shot Logan a finger gun.“Machiavel--”“Bro, are you stroking out on me?” the goblin asked Logan with concern in his voice.“I’m fine, Rafe,” Logan sighed and then tried to get them back on track. “Well, let’s sgoblinly be glad all the demons have never stood on a united front.”“I’ll say so,” Kelda agreed. “Personally, I think if they all banded together and tried to use brute force, they’d win over the souls of mortal men easily.” “Kelda…” The madame clicked her tongue. “You of all people should know that’s not true. Fear can only get you so far. Are these people really ‘following you,’ or are they just pretending so that they can avoid punishment?”“They’re listening either way,” the blonde argued.“Ab is right, Kelda,” Abina added. “Think about Earl and Azar. We were a part of their ‘followers’ at one point. Would you say we truly believ

“Did it work?” Logan chuckled. “You’ve already wooed us, Logan,” Beth giggled, “but it’s always nice to hear flattery. You may have just earned something special next time we make love.”“Uh oh,” Abina cooed. “That ‘thing’ is supposedly so legendary. I’d love to see it.”“Why’d you put the child-proof locks on these doors?” Rafe demanded in a panic as he tugged at the handle.Logan shook his head, laughed, and then pointed at the sign on the highway ahead. “We’re almost to my parent’s place. When we get there, can we not talk about orgies and special sexual favors? Please?”“We’ll do our best, but no promises.” Abina chuckled.“You’ll get no such promise from the Rafester,” the goblin in the passenger seat said with a shake of the head. “The pores on my mental filter are wider than a porn star’s assho--”“Rafe!” Logan cut him off. “You’re not really going to be saying anything. At least, not unless you’ve figured out how to control your transformation powers yet.”T