How to Hack a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls #2)

by Shannon Mae

Or even Toby, although he was always saying he was “quirky,” so I wasn’t sure if he was an accurate indicator for human actions either.

Yes, the guy on the screen did look like a frat boy asshole (not that all frat boys were assholes—fraternity houses had the same ratio of rotten souls as most other dorms and complexes).

Well, that was about as helpful as a pop-up ad on a website.

Aiden still didn’t answer me. I wasn’t sure where else to go with the conversation. Had I broken him? Could you break humans with bad news? Did they short circuit like computers? It did seem he was frozen. Was there a human reset button? Did he need a hard reboot?

I walked over to a drawer and took out a syringe. “Oh, what’s that? Truth serum? A torturous liquid that will slowly burn him from the inside out? Poison that only we have the antidote to?” Quinton asked gleefully. I shot him a droll look as I injected Dev and then stepped away. “A little bit of adrenalin, just to get him focused and aware.” “Aw, bummer. But I guess it’ll do,” Quinton said.

The world would be such a nice place without people in it.

The sheriff, on the other hand—I don’t know what Jude said to him, but he looked like he was about to smack Jude upside the head at any moment. I could relate to the sentiment.