![]() Cruel Devil
-- EXCERPT: Dominique stalks across the living room and mutters out a “baby Henderson,” in greeting as soon as he sees me. My shoulders stiffen. He knows how much I hate when he calls me that. “Satan,” I respond, lifting my cup in salute. He stops and turns toward me, a single arrogant brow raised in question. “Satan?” I shrug. “Self appointed Devil,” I remind him. He snorts. “No one’s called any of us Devils since Highschool.” Another shrug. “I know. That’s why I gave you an upgrade. Satan is much more fitting, don’t you think?” ![]()
GIVEAWAY!
1 Comment
Leave a Reply. |