Cassius's P.O.V.-Ch.43_-Paint and pain.
It was a bit hard to open the door with him sitting so close behind me, but I did it, -so proud of myself-, then I led him to the living room. “How do you like your coffee?” “With a little sugar and cream.” “So, Satan doesn’t drink his coffee black. Good to know.” He laughs a rich laugh that makes me smile. “There are a few more things that you can learn about Satan--” “Shut it heathen, and don’t try to corrupt me. I’m all in with God and angels.” He laughs even harder, filling the house that only heard sobs up until now, with joy and bliss, and even if I’m smiling like an i***t, I still roll my eyes. “Wait here until I go make you a coffee. Turn the TV on if you want.” He nods between chuckles and sits on the couch, and I go into the kitchen, turn the coffee machine on, and make a
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