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Chapter 5.1

Beki gave me an admonishing bark.

“All right,” I snapped. “On occasion, one or two people have referred to me as pig-headed.”

“Hmm.” Her lips tightened.

“What’s happened?” I shoved my palms onto the cot and raised myself onto my elbows. The moment my gaze dropped down to boobs the size of watermelons, I got my answer. “Shit.”

“Indeed.” She folded her arms across her chest. “It would seem that the body has bent to your will and created an almost replica of your soul.”

“Can I see?” I asked with a gulp.

She reached into her cloak and pulled out a mirror. “We can’t have you leaving Hell looking like the person who murdered Franklin Griffiths. However, I can make a few amendments to your physical form so you resemble something else.”

I took the proffered mirror, my stomach sinking to the marble floor, and watched her sweep out of the room. As the door clicked behind her, Beki placed her front paws on our bond, urging me to take a look.

“Didn’t you hear her?” I asked, my eyes squeezing shut.
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