I hate losing and I appear to be on some streak.
Dorian Gray’s painting was never in the vault of the library. We currently have no idea where it is and the only person who can track it is probably being held hostage in a storage yard with all kinds of cursed objects. Balthazar’s dick is still cursed and there’s no easy way to remove it. I already made it worse once. I hope it doesn’t fall off this time. I was totally against marrying Reyson when he woke up and announced I would be his new wife, but my resolve on that is starting to weaken. I’m starting to care for the damned god.
The only people who know where Dorian’s painting is at are Dorian and Bram’s demon master. Even if we find Dorian, we can’t kill him without his painting. I know better than anyone that when a witch really doesn’t want you getting into their things, the results are usually fatal. I get we need the demon overlord, but if we are all risking our lives to get him out of that trap, he’d better grant Bram his freedom because I like having that Hellhound around.
I’m starting to care for all these people that have crashed into my life and library, but I miss the normal days here of helping with curses, spells, and territory disputes. I’d like to disappear into our erotica section for a little while and pretend Dorian Gray isn’t building a supernatural army.
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The God of Chaos was just weird… I mean, I never had the honor of meeting Lilith. I’d never met Samael or Lucifer either. Talvath asked for my opinion on many things, but I was never invited when he met influential people.
I really couldn’t picture Lilith eating that many cookies. Just when I thought he was done, he’d conjure an entirely new pack. It was distracting me from spilling secrets I wasn’t supposed to tell. I started keeping a running tally in my head and placed a bet with myself on which pack was officially going to be his last. I mean, I ate a lot as a Hellhound, but fuck me! I couldn’t eat three entire packs of Oreos in one sitting without throwing up.
Ripley was intriguing, and she shouldn’t be. She was totally gorgeous and exactly what I would look for in a woman if I could have a relationship. Talvath let me play when he sent me to Earth, but Hellhounds weren’t allowed to date.
He’d been putting it off, but eventually, he’d have to bring me in to be paired with a female to mate with. It wouldn’t matter if I liked her or not, we’d be paired up based on the kind of pups we’d produce. And after that? I’d never see her again, unless someone wanted another pup from our line, and I’d never meet my children.
Yeah, I liked being a Hellhound, but I didn’t like everything about it.
They seemed to have some sort of group thing going on in this library. Ripley had the entire top floor to live in. There were plenty of bedrooms, but for some reason they all seemed to sleep in hers. Sleeping arrangements were super awkward, and they were all looking at me like they expected me to sleep in there with them!
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