“Statistically the numbers are on my side. Aren’t you the least bit worried? You’re only ten hell turns younger than me.” “.a wife who sees nothing but dollar signs and my family connections when she looks at me. And why shouldn’t I be upset? In less than two weeks I’m going to have to choose.” Galen spat the hated words out. Woe is me, I’m a hugely successful, obscenely wealthy Conflict Demon who is on the stabby fast track. “Though in my version she squeezes so hard your head pops off like a pimple.” Can you imagine those lithe limbs wrapped around my head?” whoa, did you see that raven-haired beauty? I would swear I could see right up her golden skirt when she kicked your Uncle Marcollus in the throat. “What can I say? I’m a rare, complicated, intelligent Demon. What I see, my old friend, is our impossible to kill, thick skinned, even thicker headed, idiotic brethren, throwing themselves like lemmings over a - well-endowed Valkyrie – cliff, for our pure enjoyment.” “I’m guessing there is nothing I can do or say to stop you from sharing?” “You know what I see when I look around us?” “My sense of humour and perspective remain intact.” Okay, that came out kind of low and sounded more threatening than Galen had intended.Īll Kaleb did was throw back his head and laugh loudly.
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