CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE
I fall back as he straddles me, licking my face.
“How are you here?!” I’m half crying as I grab his neck, hugging him.
He just barks happily and snuggles closer. He’s heavy but I don’t care.
I sniffle, burying my face in his neck, “I’m so glad you’re alive!”
“I see you’ve met Cerebus,” comes a voice from behind. I look above my head from where I’ pinned to the ground and see Damien standing there, looking amused.
“Cerebus?”
The name sounds slightly familiar, “Wait, the three-headed dog?!”
Damien raises a brow, “The what?”
“The hell hound,” I feel a bit sheepish explaining the mythical creature to him.
“I assure you, Cerebus does not have three heads. And he’s not a hell hound, whatever that is supposed to be.”