Reaper's Hollow
Her words were just above a whisper, but he was standing closely enough not only to hear them, but to catch the awe contained in the phrase.
“Well, it’s about time,” Rider teased, stepping out of the darkness between a pair of scraggly trees. “Nice job, Ru.”
“Thank you,” she beamed.
“Now, if you two wanna quit holdin’ hands and get to work, we’ve got a portal to Hell to find.” He winked at her, and Cutter watched Ru’s face turn red. Still, she didn’t drop his hand.
“We’ll be right with you,” Cutter replied, and Rider flashed them a crooked grin before stepping back through the shadows.
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