The snow in Hell had melted. Muriel had once again saved the day. Bloody overachiever. Where had she gotten her instincts to fight evil and do the right thing?
Probably from her mother. Another woman who'd borne him a child that he couldn't remember.
He really had to be more careful who he f****d. Bad enough he usually had a bunch of daughters to give him a headache, now, he had a son.
A son someone dared mess with.
He almost felt something.
Most likely indigestion.
Still, it twinged him something hard as he stared down at Chris's limp form.
"Bloody i***t. Thinks he's so f*****g powerful." Chris would be. One day. The power in him still simmered. Quietly brewed in that fragile body of his.
Which made the odd surges of real strength consternating. Was his mother behind the occasion
