Kev hadn’t been in the First Bank of Hell in weeks. He could barely remember the last soul he’d taken, although trying to place it made him think about Archer’s blood again. That’s what they were here for, anyway—the vial of Archer’s blood containing his soul. How delicious that would be…Kev pulled himself into the present, focused. He liked Archer for more than his blood.
Even if he could smell it from the split skin on Archer’s hand. But Archer wasn’t acting like it was a big deal, so Kev did his best to ignore.
“The building is not this big,” said Archer as they made their way down the hallway and past unlabeled doors. “I know, I know—it’s Hell.”
Kev shrugged, used his keycard on the door to the stairwell. It flashed green and declined. He blew on it, turned, held it out questioningl
