Chapitre 31: Chapter 31

Connor snapped both fingers in front of Harley’s face. “Babe, what is it?”

Harley gaped at him. “That woman! She…she…”

Connor simply grinned. “She was a chef when she was still alive, babe. She was so excited when she heard you would be coming on board the ship. This is a special vessel for the angels and their guests, but she hasn’t served a living, breathing guest for nearly eight hundred years now.”

Harley almost choked as he darted his eyes between the cake and Connor’s face. “Really?”

“She died almost eight centuries ago.”

Harley gulped. “Uh, okay. Are you sure the food is edible and safe?”

Connor chortled. “Yes. I promise. She got the ingredients from another soul collector, who purchased them from the mortal realm.”

Harley was relieved. “Okay. Why is she still here, though? I mean, shouldn’t she have reincarnated or something?”

“It’s not her time yet, and she chooses to continue to work as a chef in the underworld.”