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CHAPTER ONE
There was really nothing quite like having a stare-out with one of the s in all existence But as Harper’s ly powerful and she was used to this sort of thing, she wasn’t quite as daunted as she probably should have been “I’ my mind, Lou”
The devil threw up his hands “Why do you have to be so stubborn?”
“Why do you have to be so psychotic? You knohat, don’t answer that”
“You claim to love your son, yet you frequently expose him to one of the cruelest demons I’ve ever had the displeasure to come across”
Exasperated, Harper let her head fall back against the half-randmother is not cruel She is, however, an i other than drive you insane That’s kind of what imps do”
Lou was easy to irritate because of his OCD streak Si his bread at an unsys on his sleeveless hoodie so that one was longer than the other could send his blood pressure soaring—and Jolene Wallis did such things regularly
To look at him in a ratty-assed Black Sabbath tee, washed-out jeans, a baseball cap, and old sneakers, no one would suspect he was so particular about, well, anything
Despite that theHarper had ever ain, Lou was childlike in his oay—especially with his bratty sense of entitlement Asher seemed to think of him as a playmate, which didn’t say a lot for Lou’s IQ really
Looking down at Asher, as sitting on the blue Persian rug playing with toy bricks, Harper had to s ever With his deep-set ebony eyes that were like dark velvet and his coal-black wisps of silky-smooth hair, he was essentially a mini version of Knox The only features he see lashes and the reflective catlike quality to her eyes
Deer than human babies, so the six-month-old looked more like a ten-month-old Asher could sit up, crawl, stand, say several words, and even walk if so his little hand
As a rule, deo days without it Thankfully, demonic babies slept as much as human babies or she’d be permanently on her feet and absolutely drained, because her boy was a handful Obviously, as his mother, she was extremely biased and considered hiraced the Earth But he truly was bright and loveable He had so er, it wasn’t even funny Seriously, one dimply smile and you were done for He could win over anyone—even the devil himself
“Co hi the poor kid to Jolene borders on child abuse Auard, as sprawled on the rug in his hellhound-form
Large and fierce, the hound was heavily muscled with thick black fur Not even the blood-red eyes or scent of burning brimstone could ruin its inherent majestic air In response to Lou’s question, it merely chuffed out an impatient breath
“She’s Asher’s great-grandmother, Lou,” said Harper “She loves hiht back”
Lou snorted “Oh, please Nobody ‘adores’ Jolene Wallis Asher laughs at her, not with her”
Harper’s inner demon rolled its eyes The entity that lived within each demon was, to put it bluntly, a pitiless and somewhat psychopathic predator that possessed zero patience
Rubbing her temple, Harper telepathically reached out to Knox and said, Wish you were here