“Go to hell.” “Haven’t you heard?” Jassin leaned close. He smelled like everything tempting and addictive. Like chocolate. Like sex. “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” Though he didn’t touch me, it felt like someone had run their finger along the ridges of my spine. He had power, there was no denying it. I retaliated with false bravado. “Satan came to my christening, little boy. Stay out of my way, or I’ll make you piss in your fancy clothes.”
