#Chapter 39 – House Arrest

“Oh, don’t play so coy, June,” Anton says with a dark laugh. I turn to him, stunned. “You seriously can’t think of any bad behavior that would piss off the God of Death?” I blink at him in surprise and begin to wrack my brain. But, obviously, it only takes like half a second to figure it out. “Listen, no one told me not to go to the Deadlands,” I say with a scowl, turning to glare at Nic. “This is completely unfair.” “You didn’t get the hint?” Nic asks, sarcastic. “Considering it’s called the Deadlands? And you’re alive?” “No, Nic, I didn’t,” I bite back, narrowing my eyes. “And just in case you ever make the same mistake when you’re planning a trip to Not-a-Jackass-Ville, you’re not invited.” Anton barks out a sharp laugh and then slaps a hand over his mouth, turning away, his shoulders shaking. Nic just glowers at me, not thinking it’s nearly as funny. I glower right back. “So, what am I supposed to do, just stay here?” “Yes, Princess,” he says, dipping into a mo