Book Two: Chapter 161

“Asshole.” She pushed him, and he fell back into a chair that he hadn’t seen. The thick straps pushed against his back, and he saw that they were sitting at the edge of the ocean, an endless expanse facing them.

“Where’s the house?” Mike asked.

“Behind you.” She answered.

He turned around to see it behind them on a cliff, the sun reflecting off its windows. “Interesting.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not a super big fan of it. I’m quite the sore loser.” She waved her hand and another beach chair appeared. She settled into it and a servant appeared, a man with a blank face. He handed them a pair of drinks and then vanished.

“Was that...?”

“One of my captured souls? Yep.”

“I’m not certain I approve.”

“Nobody cares if you approve.” Lily sipped at her drink. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t let them go. They’re a part of me now, a stain on my essence that can never be scrubbed free. But, if it makes you feel any better, my tastes have changed.”