Bel pouts. “But Daddy…” “Get out,” I pant, clawing at my scalp, trying to get the image of my Aiden Walker and that woman out of my mind. “Get the fuck out! Everybody!” “Ooooo,” Gore teases, giddy as hell as he tiptoes into my room. “Are we feeling a bit bloody, Levi?” “I wanna do it! Me, me!” Bel shouts, jumping up and down, almost through the threshold before Mammon grabs him by the back of his hoodie. “Hey! Unhand me!”
