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Scrimshaw scoffed “Pah Aren’t you boys lucky that you su that you could ever accoreatest hells and expect to get aith it No You’re going to deal with the prince the way that deor”

I winced, narrowing my eyes “Hmm Yeah That didn’t work out so well the last tiree with Mammon is that they want me dead”

Scri and bulbous “Well, can you blai Or the nephiliave Mason a curt salute “No offense, buddy”

“None taken,” Mason said “But I think you’ve got it right” He looked around at the rest of us, that righteous, decisive look already on his face – the one that reminded me that he really was Sauys Really, it’s either a suicide ain with sloth”

“Hang on,” Sterling growled “What if this is a trick? What if this little i with Mammon, like the last time?”

Carver held up a hand before Scriuest Let us recall events as they transpired Our poor friend Scrireed That was an unusual situation”

Sterling’s leather jacket squeaked as he folded his arms and stamped his foot I wanted to le

t hi across the entire Boneyard despite only being pissed at me – and unfairly, at that – but Carver’s explanation ca to be a friend, despite how horribly he was co off

“Then it’s settled” Gil backed away froo and find Belphegor, and we bargain Where do we find them?”

Scrie to look down at his wrist He wasn’t wearing a watch, but that didn’t stop hi closer Whatever invisible device he had strapped there apparently had the answer

“It looks like Belphegor is – , typical They’re soure”

I shook o and find their tether or soht here in the city”

“That’s not hoorks for sloth Belphegor kind of wanders wherever they please And right now, they’re chilling on some white, sandy beach souas Island”

Asher stared at a spot on the floor, his brorinkled in thought, before he spoke again “With the time difference, it should be around noon or so Maybe one at ”

Sterling staave a soft scoff “Who said I wanted to coo anyway”