Revenant (The Midnight Society #3) by Logan Patricks Page A

you?” I asked, failing to recall that moment in my collective memory.
    “Yes, just before I allowed you to tie me up, blind fold me, and fuck me in the mouth.”
    “That sounds like something I’d do,” I admitted.
    She made a sound that was a cross between a hiss and a growl. “This man has no morals. He thinks it’s his right to take ownership of your sex, instead of a privilege.”
    “Sometimes, it’s a curse,” I said as I turned my head in Calisto’s direction.
    Calisto smiled at me. “Oh honey, you don’t know the half of it.”
    Odin’s voice thundered throughout the courtroom. “Anyone else?”
    “He did the same to me.” Jeanette Singh, the Indian princess who was also a demon in the sack. She taught me a great many things in the tantric arts.
    I returned the favor by filming the entire thing on my phone, which unfortunately was hacked into and uploaded onto the worldwide web. It was quite the scandal.
    Of course, the people responsible for the leaked photos were now all dead—on her orders no doubt—and I’m sure Jeanette wished the same of me. Sadly, because of my status as one of the Midnight Society’s council members at the time, I was untouchable. Now the Midnight Society was dead, so to speak, and Jeanette was out for blood; my blood.
    “He violated my trust while we made love. He filmed the entire thing, and then the press got hold of it. To this day, my empire has never recovered. My shares are still at an all-time-low.”
    “Technically, you can blame the financial collapse for that as well as your substandard sweat factories that manufacture your shoddy products,” I pointed out. “With regards to the financial crisis, we had all voted and agreed to implement and execute the collapse when we thought the economic world was getting too comfortable. The blame can’t rest solely on me.”
    Jeanette made a sound which oddly enough was similar to the hissing and growling noise that Naomi made. Maybe there was something going around?
    “Do you deny filming me?” she spat.
    “No, I will admit to that. Charge me for voyeurism then, though I highly doubt that’s a crime punishable by death.”
    She ended her accusations with the simple word, “Asshole.”
    “I’ve been called worse.”
    Out of the corner of my eye I saw Buchanan readjust his shotgun. He must have thought this trial was a joke as well. I could tell he wanted to get straight to the execution part.
    “I ask for any members of the court today who have felt wronged by Lincoln and his adulterous ways to rise now.”
    Oh boy, here we go.
    I closed my eyes and listened to the shuffling sounds of the congregation. When I opened my eyes again I wasn’t surprised to see that almost half the woman, less than forty years of age, were standing. Yes, I admit, when it came to beautiful woman I had an utter and complete lack of self-control.
    I noticed that there was one man standing as well, who stuck out amongst the crowd of women like a throbbing erection.
    “Travis?” I asked the man wearing the rhino mask. “Why the heck are you standing?”
    He looked around the room and then shrugged. “You still owe me fifty-grand, you fucking mooch. Every time I ask for it you keep brushing me off.”
    “I do no such thing,” I replied.
    “Yes you—”
    “Look, I hate to cut you off…” I really didn’t, “But I’m in the middle of arguing for my life here. Let’s take this up another time during a game of squash or something.”
    “But—”
    “Enough,” Odin said as he turned to the jury. “Members of the jury, you have heard the charges brought up against Lincoln. How do you find the defendant?”
    One woman from the jury stood, wearing a serpent’s mask. Alexis Rose. I fucked her just before a boardroom meeting one time. I accidentally left remnants of my orgasm on the collar of her black dress shirt which she hadn’t noticed. I didn’t bother to tell her either. Needless to say, she received some awkward glances