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Saleen undid a button on his shirt and fanned himself. Hell gave him a side glance s they walked through the crowd. “Don’t tell me you’re hot.”

Saleen pushed his sweaty, black curls off his forehead. “We don’t have our heat skin in the human world. I find summer unbearable.”

Hell chuckled. “Where we live is infinitely hotter. Who knew you were so weak?”

Saleen’s amber eyes narrowed.

Hell laughed harder and grabbed his hand. “Come! I saw a stand serving ice cream creatures back there.”

“I don’t want ice cream,” Saleen pouted. “I want to go home.”

“Don’t be so juvenile. You’re 2000 years old.”

They rounded the corner and spotted the brightly colored red and yellow ice cream stand. A cheerful, grey haired old man wearing a chef hat was waving to people on the street. Hell dragged Saleen up to the cart and froze.

His discomfort forgotten, Saleen scanned the faces of the men and women around him. “Hell…”

Hell was doing the same. “I feel it. They’re close.”

“What do we do?”

Hell shrugged and approached the vendor. “Nothing. Mind our own business as we planned.” He scanned the poster sized menu.

The vendor greeted Saleen. “Hello, young man! What would you like?” He stumbled backward as Saleen glared at him with glowing orange eyes.

Hell looked over his shoulder. “Saleen…” He warned.

“Fine!” Saleen folded his arms over his chest and stared at the menu. “I want a mocha chocolate chip, and chocolate mint, and double chocolate fudge.”

The vendor smiled. “And what sculpture would you like?”

“Whatever,” he grumbled.

The vendor saluted. “Aye, aye, sir!” As he went to work, Hell turned to his friend. He was doing his best not to laugh.

“What are you smiling at?”

“For such a tough guy, you’re seriously a big kid.”

“Oh…hush!” Saleen rubbed the back of his neck. Hell was always teasing.

An unfamiliar voice called out to them making the hairs on both their necks stand. “Well, well, well. Looky here.”

Bit 3

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