“I—um.” It was Renny. “Any—any mortal?” He cleared his throat. Mina fought the urge to slap her hand over her face. Or laugh. She had the urge to do both. But she still had a gun pointed at her own head. Vincent, however, chuckled. With a disbelieving shake of his head, he gestured at Renny while still speaking to the three ladies. “Will he suffice, sisters? I promised him immortality at the end of this road. He is not to be killed.”
