"You sold your fucking soul for candy?!" Vox snapped. Of all the idiotic shit he'd heard during his many decades down here, that definitely topped the list.
"Yeah, you want some?" You offered sweetly, shaking the container of jelly beans invitingly.
He stared at you in utter bewilderment and wondered how the hell had his life gotten so out of control that he was stuck hiding from angels on extermination day in a shitty freezer with a bona fide bimbo?
