Chapter 43 I’M A STUBBORN MOTHERFUCKER

— Alik — The Hellhound nodded at Mishka, who opened the door and talked to someone, and threw the car keys, sending them for the errant. “I need to see all the wounds it inflicted and where the blight as settled,” I said. The Hellhound rose from his chair along with me and took some of the blankets off of her, then rolled her sleeves, and raise her pyjama shirt off her midriff to show her stomach. Most of the wound had been bandaged. “We will have to take the bandages off.” He...