“You don’t really need that thing, you know,” she said. “When you removed it you were able to reclaim your mind and free yourself from the bloodlust. The reason the bloodstone rendered Sangre powerless was because he was evil even before he became a dead’un. When the evil within him was made dormant, he was unable to so much as move. The fact you are talking to me now proves that what evil exists inside you is far outweighed by the good.”
“I know that,” Hell nodded. “I guess I always have. Still, I think I’ll keep it just the same. Lord knows I can use all the help
I can get, even if it is from some Aztec god whose name I can’t pronounce.”
“Are you afraid of being tempted?”
“Of course I’m afraid! After all, I’m only human,” he said with a wink of his blood-red eye. “Besides, if I get rid of it, what am I going to use to cinch my tie? Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a twitch in my foot that tells me there’s a poltergeist due north of here.”
“Not another one!” Pretty Woman groaned. “The last time we broke one of those things, I got a chamber pot hurled at me from across the room!”
“It’s too late to back out now,” Hell said with a crooked grin, exposing his fangs “The Dark Ranger rides again!”
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