MALCOLM
Good job, slave, Abaddon said, a terrifying smile on his face. Good job indeed.
I swallowed down my hatred and fury, trying not to let it show on my face. All for you, my lord.
I have work to do, now, he went on. But I'll be back soon. Don't make a mess while I'm gone, hmm?
I'm your loyal servant.
That's how I like it.
The demon vanished in a puff of smoke, and in a fit of rage, I punched the wall so hard that the solid stone cracked. I'd probably fractured my knuckles, but I didn't care. In fact, I didn't even feel pain.
Holy s**t, Georgie!
I knew blaming her was wrong - she might have lit the fuse, but I'd made the deal - but I couldn't help it. At least in part. If I was in that huge mess, it wasn't just my fault. She was perfectly sane when she had basically force
