Chapter Ten
Ash and brimstone hung heavy in the air, stinging the back of Jaci’s throat and making her eyes itch.
The alcove in the crypts was empty, save for the IV rack dangling from the ceiling, the chains bolted to the wall, and an impressive pile of ash formerly known as Renault Duchanes.
“How the f**k did this happen?” Gabriel demanded.
“Suicide,” Colin said.
Gabriel toed the pile of ash. “By what means? He would’ve needed a stake, or hellfire, or—”
“Decapitation. Look at the chains,” Colin said, pointing out the one that’d bound Renault’s wrists, the iron links coated in so much ash it was nearly white. Colin looped it around his neck, mimicking a noose. “It would’ve been the only way.”
“You’re telling me the vampire Jacinda and I beat and tortured—the vampire we left bleedin
