Undead and Unwelcome

Chapter 53

Hello, Betsy,” Satan said cheerfully. “Having a bad week?”

“You,” I groaned.

“Yes, me. That’s it? That’s the best you can do? You were never the sharpest knife in the drawer, Betsy, when it came to rejoinders.”

“Fuck rejoinders. This is your fault. You drove Laura crazy.”

“I certainly did not.” The devil had the nerve to look offended. She was a petite woman with gray-​streaked hair pulled back in a bun. Her navy blue suit ruffled, showing her indignation.

“Did, too.”

“No, I stayed well away from Laura.” The devil smiled, revealing dimples. “I might, however, said a word or two in Dr. Marc Spangler’s ear.”

“Oh, man,” I said. It occurred to me I was still lying on the lawn, broken glass everywhere, bleeding, and Satan was standing over me.

Yep. Things could not get any worse.

That’s when Marc came sailing out the same window and landed right on top of me.