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“Working on important stuff?” I question.
“Yeah,” Khazon says. I send him a glare.Does he really need to speak to me?
Thatcher leans into my father. “Are they fighting again?”
“No,” I mutter, hearing footsteps behind me. I don’t have to look to know it’s the other hounds.
My father looks over me and even Khazon stares.
“Are they staying here?” Khazon asks as a frown falls on his lips.
“Dad, meet”—I ignore Khazon, motioning to the three hounds moving toward us—“Jigsaw and Inarian. You’ve already met Hazen, though I’m not sure if Death has.”
Inarian is respectful, reaching around me and shaking my father’s hand. “Sir.”
A cold shiver runs down my spine and I can’t help but twist to glance up at him. His rustic cologne engulfs me, and I didn’t mind it. His features are genuine as he looks at my father, completely opposite of how he normally looks at me. His dark brows are apart, and his thin lips are curling into a warm smile. His blue eyes glance down at me, causing me to look away quickly.
Jigsaw shakes my father’s hand next.
My father smiles. “So, Jigsaw’s the toxic hound you’ve talking about? Son, please know that the whole house is power proofed, so feel free to take the gloves off, if you’d like.”
Jigsaw makes a slight noise.
God… he now knows I talked about him.
“And Inarian is the one that kicks your ass every day?”
I roll my eyes. “Thanks, Dad.”
He holds his hands up, chuckling. “What? Make yourselves at home!” my father says, walking Death out.
“Are they all staying here?” Khazon asks me again.
I shrug, moving past him and lowering my voice. “How else will this whore have a massive orgy?” He glares at me, but I keep walking to the living room. “Bye, Death!”
He chuckles, not hearing what I said to his son. “Goodbye, glad you’re back where you belong.”
I snort. “Hell.”
I belong here.I left Hell for two years after a vision that Hell will fall under my reign. I left my family and friends behind. Khazon was one of them. He seems to be taking it the hardest, giving me the worst time during my first week of being at Soul Reaper Academy. The day before I came back, I had a vision that Hell was going to fall under Derrick’s reign as I was fully ready to give up the throne. Now, I am back, unable to figure out how to keep Hell intact and find hellhounds that will supposedly protect me.
I have one hound. Hazen. And we haven’t had much time to bond or train together. I’ve only gotten ass beating from Inarian… and it’s not even the good kind.
Fen leans in front of me, looking down at me. “Do you need water?”
I blink, looking up from the couch. I was so deep in thought I don’t remember how or when I sat down. “Sure, but you should ask the guests first.”
“Mhm…”
“Are you okay?” Khazon asks from the entrance way of the living room.
I roll my eyes. “Choke, Khazon.”
“Very mature, Asura.”
As Fenric is walking away, I throw up a middle finger at Khazon.
He rolls his eyes and turns to Ledger. “Text me and let me know how she is later.”
