Page 71 of Hell's Reaper


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He smirks.

“Why are you encouraging me to date so many guys?”

“Because! You deserve to be happy too!”

My eyes roll. “No, you just like the gossip!”

“That too. My life is boring, kid. I’m not getting any younger.”

“Oh, yeah. A thousand-year-old devil who rules Hell and the Shadow World has a boring life.”

He snorts. “Smartass.”

“Hey, Fen said you were talking about Hendrickson recently.”

He nods. “His death anniversary was a few days ago.”

“He was a toxic hellhound? I remember hugging him and stuff, though.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Why didn’t he burn us? Why did he always have nice clothing on instead of leather?”

My father’s dark eyes narrow. “What’s the sudden interest?”

“Saw is a toxic hound, but he wears leather and can’t touch anyone.”

He nods. “His toxic magic is somewhat immune to us. He used to wear gloves and leather, but the same witch doctor that made your meds has a friend that makes magic resistant clothing, and sheets and creams that help with breaking out. Hen used to get cracks around his mouth when he used his toxic spit.”

I nod. “So, if I were to do something drastic like touch Saw, he wouldn’t harm me.”

“Correct.”

“I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to be my hound. I’m strong but working on getting stronger with Hazen.”

“He didn’t want to be my hound either. They have this fear that they will do more harm than good in the group.”

I nod. I wonder if Saw thinks that.

“Is Saw handsome? Do you think he’d like my pie? You should invite him to the next dinner.”

I roll my eyes. “Go away!”

He chuckles but doesn’t leave. “I used to have a harem, once upon a time.”

I gag, rolling my eyes.

“Seriously!”

“Okay, we get it. I understand. You have too many kids.”

He chuckles.

“Tomorrow, Hazen and I start training. Hopefully I’m able to show Inarian that I’m worth being his Soul Reaper.”

My father’s brows raise. “Oh, Inarian? Who is that?”

“Goodbye, Dad!”

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