Chapter 17

“Archer…”

“Whip him,” said a demon a few feet away.

“It’ll get him up or keep him down, either way it’s fun for all of us,” said another.

It was then Kev realized they’d collected a small group of horny demons, all circling, all pinning them in the center of the street. The First Bank of Hell was still a small distance away, and this group looked more aggressive than the other demons they’d crossed paths with. That made sense—now that Helloween was well underway, alcohol and indulgence boosted confidence. Kev tilted his gaze down, away from leering eyes, and heard Archer snap the whip loudly in the air.

“I’m not the one taking orders here,” said Archer.

“Bet you’ll take them from me,” said a familiar voice, and when Kev looked up, Ira stepped out from the crowd and grinned.

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