Chapter Sixteen
“Reader, imagine! I grew faint at heart, to hear these cursed phrases ringing out.
I truly thought I’d never make it back.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
The moment that liquid streamed down my throat I knew that I wasn’t dependent on magical tequila anymore. Maybe that wasn’t the proper way to come to terms with my addiction, but I didn’t miss the taste of it at all.
“Two demons just attacked me on the street because Alexis has accused me of killing Arthur,” I said, still pretty much shaking with anger.
Rodriguez was setting up demons against me. It was a smart move. Maybe he was hoping that someone would finish me off so he could save himself a lot of hassle.
“Yes, I’ve heard. Lucifer should have seen it coming. Your father really needs to sort this s**t out
