Two Scoops Of Hellfire

by Kimberly Lemming

“Of course,” I said with a nod. “I, too, begin my cooking tasks by summoning ancient evils. Only a fool would attempt to make confections without at least two scoops of hellfire.”

No matter the size of the opponent, I would present her with her enemy’s heads on sticks and prove my strength. Then seducing her should be easy. Women love a man who delivers.

“Our contract ends once I’ve completed a task for you and you decide to dismiss me. As for your heart, I imagine other parts of you are sweeter.”