whatever you do, no matter what Nico says, you are not to let him keep one of the hellhounds.” Belphegor blinked down at him, his innocence so pure it was absolutely fake. “But, my child, think of it! It would be another added protection for you, and the hounds do love your familiar so.” Bel made his expression and tone firm. “No, Grandpa.” “Whyever not?” “Because my house is flammable.” “I’m sure we can negotiate this.”
