Page 208 of His Hell Girl

Sisi and I had also started to teach them by example, and sometimes when we go on a mission we would choose a student to accompany us depending on the skills required for that particular mission.

The academy has been a success so far, with the oldest already embarking on missions on his own.

We've also decided recently to expand, and to look for new recruits.

Sisi had come up with a plan to look for people like Seth, who'd been forced into a life of perpetual fighting for a living and who have no skills other than their fists. We would be ensuring their freedom as well as a job if they decide to remain with us.

Just now we'd returned from a mission in Vermont, since some sources had been talking about a child slavery ring in the area. Unfortunately, it had been a bust.

"At least we got to kill some bad guys," Sisi comments, echoing my own thoughts.

"True. If nothing else, we got a little blood shower." I smirk at her.

Considering the state of our clothing, it looks like we had a full on blood bath, not just a shower.

But since today's company isn't likely to be offended by our appearance, then we're not in a hurry to change.

"Hmm," I murmur in her hair. "You look so delectable right now I know what I'd like to do…" I trail off suggestively.

"Party first. Other things…" She bats her lashes at me. "Later."

"You're killing me, hell girl," I complain.

Although my episodes had ceased after I'd found out the truth about Vanya's death, I haven't suddenly become normal.

The thirst for blood is still there—I just have full control over myself now.

And Sisi knows too well just how much I love to seeherin blood. A turn on for both of us, we'd continued our tradition with the blood baths at least once a month.

It was rather simple. We'd randomly choose some targets from a wanted list, and then we'd kill them until the bath water was fully red. Then, we'd just give in to our animalistic urges in a mating that usually leaves us both out of commission for at least a day.

And looking at her cheeks, so prettily flushed, her mouth slightly parted, I know she wants it—yearns for it.

Luckily, before my thoughts can take a rather dark turn, we arrive at Bianca's place.

"Took you long enough," Bianca says as soon as she sees us standing on her doorstep. But one closer look and she scrunches her nose at us. "For fuck's sake, couldn't you have taken a shower?" She shakes her head, urging us inside and toward the bathroom.

"There are children around." She narrows her eyes at us, as if we've committed the worst offense. "Take these clothes and come out when you're clean.No blood!" she exclaims, thrusting some clothes into our arms.

She doesn't wait for a reply as she turns on her heels, returning to the main area of the house.

I guess motherhood only made her more irascible.

The party is in full swing, music blasting in the house.

And as I look down at Sisi, her baffled expression mirroring my own, we both start laughing.

"We forgot to tell her happy birthday."

"I don't think she would have appreciated it in our current states," I add dryly, opening the door to the bathroom and putting the clean clothes on a rack.

"For an assassin she's very sensitive when it comes to blood."

"She's always been like that. She prefers neat kills." I roll my eyes, because where's the fun in that?

"Her loss." Sisi shrugs, slowly unbuttoning her dress and shimming out of it.

"But do you know what this means?" I ask as my eyes become fixed on her sinful body. She knows what she's doing as she's seductively removing her underwear until her naked flesh is all on display.

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