Alpha of Alphas - The Lycan's Impossible Mate
“Once, in the summer, I saw the crucified humans blister in the sun. They died faster, but it was much worse. Imagine, hanging in the sun for three days, slowly turning into a fried lobster. The smell was the worst, my God.”
“Ghastly,” I mutter, while trying my best not to laugh. “You must have some stories.”
“Oh yes. I remember this guy named Jesus who--”
“Fine!” Edgar screeches. “Fine, I’ll tell you what I know.”
But he won’t. He still thinks he can somehow lie his way out of this. “Bring him,” I say. “We’ll do it ourselves. If he’s lucky, a passing human will find him before he starts rotting on his cross. Have a pretty corpse they can bury.”
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