Reaper and Ruin (Saint View Murder Squad #3)

by Elle Thorpe

Seeing him get knocked back was like watching someone kick a puppy. An overgrown, yappy, completely insane puppy, but a puppy nonetheless.

“Did you just refer to yourself as Daddy?” “Yes, and you’re both grounded. Get naked and think about what you’ve done.”

“What if I just start randomly killing people?” X snorted on a laugh. “Well, that would be hot, and hey, if you need a partner, I’m your guy.” “X!” I wailed, truly concerned I could see a future where he and I were like Batman and Robin, running around the city in bad costumes, unaliving people who had done wrong.

But then his arms and legs started air flailing, and suddenly he looked more like a turtle stuck on his back, trying desperately to flip over but unable to, due to the weight distribution of his massive shell. Or in X’s case, his massive mascot head.