“Sire, the recon group has intel to give you.”
The same missive is sent to me everyday. Like, fck, what recon group?
Instead of asking, I blow them off once again, “Sure, I’ll be ready in a few.” Luck is not on my side this time as Kyle and Fraz arrive, both carrying an injured demon. No, Fraz is carrying a beheaded demon. Kyle is carrying an injured demon. I nearly dead demon.
And now a dead demon.
“What the fck is this?” My voice is sharper than I intended, but seriously, blood is getting all over the grass and this is where my brides take my cambiens. Not that they would mind the blood, but...I realize that even my own mind is rambling on issues that are not issues. Blood is a normal occurrence in any dimension, but especially here. s**t, becoming a Pater has really messed with my b
