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.Nick had taken over dad duty, and Dani had never fullyappreciated his efforts.He sensed that a part of her had always resented the fact that her pa had beennothing more than a brief fling by their ma after her true love, Nick s pa, had died.Nick grabbed an unopened jar of peanut butter and some whole wheat crackers and dug in while hechecked his messages.He skipped Dani s without bothering to listen, knowing it would be more lies,then played Jerome s. Good move on taking a piece of Satan Jr.That was brilliant.I told everyone thatwas his head, and now the Council s freaking out that if he re-forms he ll be dead because of the whole I ve got no head problem.It s hilarious.Of course, Isabella Marcellini, the head of the Council, is nowinvolved, and she ordered me to call you and tell you to and bring it back, so that s what I m doing.Bring it back or I ll lose my job, yada, yada, yada.Stay tight and give me a ring when you re back onyour feet.And.um.let me know if you ve heard from Dani lately.I.ah.she borrowed my iPod and Ineed to get it back. Nick tossed the phone on his bed.Yeah, he d be bringing Junior back.Isabella might be somewhat legit,but there was no way the kid s body part was going back until the Council headquarters were secure.Asfor Jerome s iPod.something was off about that request.He wouldn t be surprised if Dani was trying tomanipulate Jerome, as well.He d have to remind Jerome to keep an eye out.Munching on the peanut butter, Nick tested his shoulder, surprised to find it was still sore.Obviously,he d be avoiding gold weapons in the future.He was impressed the Markku had been able to damage hisknee, though.Nothing had ever hurt Nick before.Must have been a hell of a blow.He sighed as he shucked his clothes and headed into the bathroom.He had a feeling it would be toolong before he got in another fun altercation like that.By the time Dani called back, he d already taken a shower, inspected the shriveled black skin aroundwhere the blade had gone in, and cleaned out the jar of peanut butter.He let the phone ring three times before he answered. Willing to talk now, squirt? Oh, thanks, Nick. Dani was truly annoyed now, he could tell. You had to go and blow it. Me? Sure, it s my fault. He walked over to his steel armoire and moved aside some of his weapons toget to the stash of clean clothes that were in there somewhere. You couldn t have just gone and killed Satan, could you? Dani, did you really expect you could tell me to murder the leader of hell and I d just do it? Pick uptakeout for you, and maybe I wouldn t have bothered to question it.But murdering Satan s a little Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmldifferent. He picked up a plaid shirt and frowned.Since when did he wear plaid shirts? Ma.He tossed itaside and went hunting for a T-shirt instead. You re a jerk. He sighed as he tugged on a pair of jeans that smelled a little musty from being stored for so long. Yeah, well, that s life. No, it s not life, she snapped. It s death now.They weren t going to kill me before, but now that youproved I can t lie to you, they re actually going to do it, and it s all your fault. He hesitated as he caught a hint of actual fear in her voice. Where are you? Come to my apartment.You ll see. Then she hung up.Just after ten on Thursday morning, ex-Guardian Iris Bennett came out of her bathroom to find Satanposed seductively on her new satin comforter, a scarf woven with gold leaf draped over his manlyregions.He was tanned, ripped, and completely naked, except for a new watch that looked like it costhigh six figures.His rich black hair was usually perfectly coiffed and styled, but it was in total disarray, asif someone had been running their fingers through it.she smiled at the memory of their amazing night.Hewas beautiful and sexy and.looking guilty as sin? Hmm.She folded her arms over her chest as he wiggled his eyebrows. My luscious pancake of love, I shallbring you to orgasmic peaks that no mortal could survive.Sounds good, no? Where did you go for three hours in the middle of last night? she asked.He blinked once, very slowly, and his face went carefully blank, except for the lust gleaming in his eyes. I do not know of which you speak. Fine. She knew from experience that there was no point in arguing with him, but blackmail wasanother story. No sex, then. She walked back into the bathroom and locked the door. Oh, my feisty lioness, do not deprive yourself of my lovemaking talents! The door flew off the hinges,and Iris jumped back as it crashed into the bathtub.She glared at him as the splintered wood flew up around them. You broke my door! Yes, I did.I am quite magnificent, am I not? I thought we agreed that you would use none of your hell-talents in my house. Satan paused in the doorway, a look of chagrin curving his lovely features. I forget my strength.I donot intend to bring hell s business to your quaint and small house that is like a matchbox compared to mymany and expensive mansions.I apologize
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