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“Khazon and her aren’t friends right now,” Derrick mutters, eating his soup.
“Shut up!” I snap.
“Why? You guys grew up together,” my dad whines, hands up like he’s saying “why” with them.
“Because she fucked Ledger, his hellhound, and his best friend, Hazen.”
I gasp. “Do not fucking lie like that!”
“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a fucking who—”
“Watch your mouth!” my father growls, his demon threatening to come to the surface, making the room grow hotter. “Don’t call your sister that, whether she slept with them or not.”
Derrick scoffs, pushing back from the table and leaving.
I wait until I hear his door upstairs slamming before I speak. “I haven’t slept with all of them. I’m more focused on finding hounds and growing as a Soul Reaper.”
My father nods, looking down at his tablet. “Are they nice guys at least?”
“Dad!” I glare at him and Fenric giggles.
He holds up his hands in defense. “Just curious.”
It’s silent, and I go to take a bite of my sandwich.
“Are you inviting Hazen to dinner?”
I groan. “No. I didn’t even think about that. He’s probably busy.” I bite my lip, maybe I should ask him. But I barely know him. He could be a murderer, but he’s too soft for that.
The doorbell rings—yes, we have a doorbell since Dad insisted that we got one.
“Fen, get it!” My father shouts from the kitchen.
I glance at Fenric, who looks a little upset that he couldn’t finish the table setting. He took his time to make the napkins into two devil horns. “I’ll get it,” I say, sending a wink to Fenric and moving to the front door.
The clanking of my heels against the tile floor fills my chest with powerful. Grabbing the handle and opening the door, it groans like it’s from a horror movie before I see Khazon and his three hounds behind him.
I smile sweetly, moving to the side.
“Do you not answer calls anymore?” Khazon grumbles.
“Are you ever not miserable, Death?”
He glares at me, entering the house. I have to admit, I love his suit and how it fits him. The sleeves are tight around his muscles and the pants cup his ass. Not that I was looking.
I glance at Ledger whose eyes go up and down my body without trying to hide it. He’s wearing a black sweater and matching slacks with a chain on the side. His fingers are in his pockets and his boots clank as he passes me. His ass… Ugh, so good. I let the others enter, not even remembering their names. I follow behind, letting my heels echo. The dress I have on is black and silky. It’s mid-thigh and has the back cut out with spaghetti straps holding it up.
My father enters the room just as we did, but he came from the kitchen. He has an apron on from cooking.
“Hello, sir,” Khazon says, grabbing my father’s hand when he holds it out.
“Oh, please, don’t call me sir. I’ve known you for too long.” My father shakes his hand though, holding his hand out for Ledger. “And you guys are?”
“I’m Ledger,” he answers, taking his hand and giving a firm handshake.
One apparently my father likes because he sends me a quick look. “Ledger! I heard a lot about you.”
Oh god!
