I sat down beside him, feeling absolutely unreal.“That thing is seriously after that boy?” I asked bewildered.“It’s a hound, darling. Give a hound a whiffy trail to follow and off it goes. Only with hellhounds it’s not smells, it’s vibes.”“That dog was sniffing for vibes?”“If your soul is giving off a certain damaged kind of vibe, hell dogs can’t help themselves -they’ll follow you around till they’re half dead sometimes.”Just occasionally, Brice lets something drop that made you wonder about all the other darker things which he has never told anyone, even Lola.I remembered the beast slobbering obsessively along the paths, how frustrated it seemed when two fire-wielding angels interrupted its icky activities. I glanced at Brice who looked like he had gone off into his own gloomy thoughts.“So are you planning to keep me in suspense forever, angel boy, or could you tell me who that hell pooch is really after?”His face brightened. “Want to meet him? I mean, don’t feel you have to, but you can if you want.”
