Looking down at Magic, who was panting slightly yet staring intently at her, Renee Kane felt her hands were dirty.
He was the kind of person you'd be afraid to hit, for fear he might actually enjoy it.
But Magic was completely unconcerned by Renee Kane's disgust. He lightly caressed the spot where Renee Kane had just struck him, then licked his fingertips, smiling like some kind of damp, slithering reptile.
"Miss... that name really suits you. If there's only one person in this world who can understand my words, it has to be you. Don't you want to know what's really going on with the so-called God of the Divine Favored, and The Holy Land of Raloa Island they speak of?
"Work with me. Kill that eyesore of a Puppet, and I'll be a far better dog for you than he is. I have a lot of information you want, as long as you're willing..."
Renee Kane felt a chill run down her spine at his words. 'What the hell is wrong with this guy? Is he a masochist incarnate?'
