Halo Grunt Quotes

Collin heard the garage door open and saw the halo glare of the white lights and kept pumping his hips while saying, “Just shut up, Tommy, and fucking come!” Being the gentleman that he was, he nailed Tommy’s prostate and gave him a reach-around. Tommy squealed and came all over his hand, and Collin grunted and poured himself into Tommy.

The shadow smiled at him. So Hunt smiled back. And then the shadow spoke. “You would do well in Hel.” Too drugged with agony, Hunt didn’t even quiver at the familiar male voice. One he’d already heard in another dream, another life. “Apollion,” he grunted. Not Death at all, then. He tried not to let disappointment sink in his gut. “What a sorry state you’re in,” the Prince of the Pit purred. He remained hidden in the shifting shadows. The demon prince inhaled, as if tasting the air. “What delicious pain you feel.” “I’d be happy to share.” A terrifyingly soft laugh. “Your good humor, it seems, remains intact. Even with the halo inked anew upon your brow.” Hunt smiled savagely. “I had the honor of having it done by Rigelus’s hand this time.” “Interesting that he would do it himself, rather than employ an imperial hag. Do you detect a difference?” Hunt’s chin dipped. “This one … stings. The hag’s halo felt like cold iron. This burns like acid.” He’d just finished voicing the last word when a thought slammed into him. “Bryce. Is she … is she with you?” If they’d hurt her, if Apollion gave one suggestion that— “No.” The shadow seemed to blink. “Why?