Even though Logan was sure that Rafe would be too preocKeldaed with camp stuff to notice them, he took the three elves over to the far side of the ravine for some privacy. They were now closer to the opening of the rock formation, but far enough away from the road that it didn’t really matter. Nobody would bother them all the way out there. “The water looks fine, guys!” Logan smiled as he waded into the shallow part of the river. “Not a very strong current, and it’s pretty clean by desert standards. It’s no Olympic-sized swimming pool, but it’ll do for now.” “Are you going to keep your pants on this time?” Abina frowned as she looked at Logan’s boxer shorts. “Maybe,” Logan shrugged. “There could be fish in here, and I don’t need them mistaking my dick for a piece of bait. Besides, this water is frigid. There’s going to be some significant shrinkage going on.” All three of the girls stood on the bank of the river and stared blankly.

Maybe it was just because Logan hadn’t eaten in a while, but the s’more in front of him looked delicious. The graham crackers were so crisp that they nearly broke apart in his grasp. At the same time, the gooey mixture of toasted marshmallow fluff and melted chocolate mushed out from the sides of the dessert and dribbled down his hand. He raised the s’more to his mouth and took a bite. Instantly, his taste buds were greeted with a delicious blend of honey, sugar, and just a touch of bitterness. “Okay,” Beth said with a mouthful of s’more. “I think I may have lied. Now, this is officially the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “That good, huh?” Logan laughed. All around the campfire, the rest of the group was taking bites of their treats. Judging by the near-orgasmic sounds they made, it seemed like they enjoyed the s’mores as much as Beth and Logan did. “I’m going to make an executive decision,” Kelda announced. “From now on, I want Jacob and

From not far off in the distance, the other Skinwalkers returned the call of their fallen friend. The sound was a mixture of a human screaming in rage and various animal cries, and it was chilling to the bone. It sounded like there were a lot of them. Rafe hurriedly motioned for them to run, and we followed the goblin over to the far side of the campsite, next to the firewood. The two Skinwalkers Logan had seen from earlier both came lumbering over to their deceased friend and were quickly joined by two others. The first one could have passed for a dark elves with his ram-like horns and cloven feet. However, his breaths came out as gargled bleats. His face had the features of a human, but his lips protruded out like a goat’s, and his entire upper torso was covered with long brown fur. There was no mistaking that the final Skinwalker was a bear. It was down on all fours, sniffing the dead body of its fallen comrade with its long, black snout. The

“That’s…” Logan couldn’t finish at first with how much he was laughing. “That’s not what sloth means.” “Wait, it isn’t?” Rafe asked as he tilted his goblin head sideways like a confused dog. “No dude,” he sighed. “Didn’t you pay attention at all in school?” “You know I didn’t,” Rafe laughed. “But you studied all this occult stuff, so—” “I just thought whenever they talked about sloth it was a big sloth,” Rafe said with a self-satisfied nod. “So, one of the seven deadly sins is a sloth?” Logan asked.“Well, a really, really big one with like long sharp claws and teeth like a monster wolverine. Then he’d stomp through cities and terrorize all the heathens.” As Rafe spoke, Logan could imagine that he raised his arms to his side like Godzilla and moved like he was stomping on imaginary buildings. “Bro, I love you,” Logan laughed. “You make every day awesome.” “Awww,” Rafe sighed. “Jakey, I love you too. Come on, let’s hug it ou

“But what about Kelda?” Logan questioned. “She’s a fallen light elve” “I’m still a soldier,” the blonde interjected. “The only difference is that I was created in the image of one of the Divine rather than a demon.” “I thought you said you and dark queen went back before the Revolution?” Rafe seemed completely lost now. “I’m a madame on par with the lords of Hell,” Beth explained, pointing to the other elve. “I existed long before either of these two did.” Suddenly, Logan’s mind wandered into a dark place. “Beth,” he asked, “what happens if I die? Will Abina and Kelda survive?” “We’re never going to find that out!” Kelda cut off the redhead before she could respond. “You are our master now, Logan, and you’re the most badass, loving, and well-endowed guy we could ask for. We’re going to kill the rest of these demons, and we’ll kick the ass of anyone who stands in our way.” “To Logan!” Abina raised a glass of milk into the air. Beth, Keld