Page 85 of Evil Hearts

“For some, that’s all there is, but we have a need for order and normalcy, just like anywhere else.”

“Don’t tell me you have a government?” I eye a fire truck passing by the window. “Doesn’t everyone have magic?”

“No.”

“Will I have powers?”

“No. You’re not a demon, but if we have a child, there’s a possibility of them passing some of their magic to you. But only during pregnancy.”

“A child? Pregnancy? Not happening.” I push my plate of French fries away, losing my appetite at the thought of giving birth to one of those creepy little red men.

“Eternity is a long time. You’ll change your mind. And our baby would look like us. I’m only half demon.”

“Your mother is human?”

“Yes,” he says so matter of fact.

“This is too much.”

“You’ll adjust in time.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the idea that I’m dead and that I’m soul bonded to a son of Satan.

You’ve not even seen me shift yet.

Stop listening to my thoughts.

You project them loudly.

How can I shout through thoughts?

He smirks, as though I’ve just proven his point.

Ugh.

“Ready to see the clubhouse?”

“The what?”

He shifts in his seat to dig money out of his pocket and that’s when I see the patches on the vest beneath his leather jacket. One says president.

“You’re the president of a motorcycle club in Hell?”

“Yup. Making you my ol’ lady.”

I scrunch my nose, and he laughs.

“Let me guess. You call yourself Soulless Riders.”

“What gives you that idea? We’re soul bonded, remember?”

“Oh. Right. Hmm.” I tap my chin. “Hounds of Satan?”

“Not even close.”

“Okay. I give. What’s the name?”

“Undead Bastards MC.”

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