Mortus paced the length of his office. He seemed to be doing that more lately. But that was because things were not going his way.
“f**k,” he shouted, crushing the things that were on his desk on the floor. Jun flinched and took a wooden step back. He’d lost the hell demon’s body and he was back in the dummy. “How the f**k did he know that you were in the living?”
“I don’t know. He just appeared,” he said.
“You had the girl. You should have brought her to me. What took you so long?” Mortus turned to Serna, his most trusted servant. He was back in his body, and he didn’t look happy as he stared at him. “What the hell happened there?”
“Don’t ask him. He should be punished for what he did.” Jun pointed a finger at Serna. “I’m tired of people killing me because they want to.”
“I f***
