Dying was getting old.
Sitting up on the conference room table, I shook my head a few times just to make sure that it was still attached to my head. The good news was that it was, but there was nothing I could do about all the blood.
Tank was going to flip.
Shrugging my shoulders, I snapped my fingers and appeared back in my room at the mansion Eric had given us. These new powers and all knowing shit was taking a while to get used to, but the more I used them, the more I started to feel that I actually was the Devil.
I would have to say that I was really impressed with Little Bunny Foo Foo. I didn't think he had it in him to stick to his guns like that (ha! I make jokes).
But seriously.
The Réne that I had always looked at as my Prince Charming, the one who had saved a child from the frigid waters of the bayou, was completely gone. In his place was a man utterly devoted to his woman to the point of insanity.
