Joss snorted derisively. "Millicent is a damn fool." He'd seen Coward's type before. Young upstarts who thought that because they'd been important in some way or another during their pitiful human lives it made them more qualified for leadership in their new lives as the walking undead. "Maybe this is a sign she's getting soft in her dotage."

But it wasn't as simple as that. It never was. Joscelin had to begrudgingly admit that Coward was a smart one--there was a reason he'd been chosen. "And you're going to play the good little underling until you can seize more power, is that it? You do know that's how I ended up eating cats and scavenging dying humans for much of the twentieth century, right?"