Soon. I licked lips that had gone dry as parchment with a tongue that felt oddly numb.
“These guards, are they on their way now?” I thought I already knew the answer.
“Most likely,” Ferrous said. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine in the scuffle. Satan has no claim on you…yet. You’re still alive. You’ll be shoved back through the veil in order to avoid a larger incident that would involve Upstairs. No worries at all.”
I knew that he knew he was lying. I also knew I needed to get moving if I didn’t want to get turned over to his buddies before I could wiggle my way out of this catastrophe. The easiest way to move was with Ferrous’ flood of souls acting as my blind. The big problem – well, the first big problem on the...
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