Shadow's Seduction (The Dacians #2)(69)

The sword that had beheaded her parents was no more.

The M?ri?r had struck home yet again. Was Lila going to hide while they continued their assault on the kingdom?

Never.

She faced N?x. “When would the . . . capture happen?”

“Sooner rather than later.”

Lila’s ears twitched. She narrowed her eyes at the Valkyrie’s blasé expression. “I need to know the duration of my stay in hell and the details of my extraction.”

“You’ll stay until the demon tells you what I want him to, and we’ll extract you as soon as you need us to.”

Lila shook her head. “You have to give me more than that.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Yes.” The soothsayer shrugged, flustering her bat. “Some details are above your feygrade.”

“Feygrade? Did you really just say that?” Do not pop the Valkyrie in the mouth.

Saetth took Lila’s hand, drawing her attention back to him. “You have to trust in N?x’s plan. She knows what’s best for Sylvan. Cousin, I wouldn’t expect this of you if the alternative weren’t so dire.”

“You expect me to go into a M?ri?r stronghold.”

“All will be well,” he said. “Remember, a demon cannot hurt his mate.”





THREE


Graven Castle

The dimension of Pandemonia



“I plan to torture her till she begs for mercy,” Sian said as he twirled his great battle-ax. “Make her pay for all her treachery in her past life.”

He and Uthyr, his dragon ally, stood on a terrace high in Sian’s castle. A league below them, demon legions clamored for war.

Sian was feeling just as bloodthirsty. “If Princess Kari’s even been reincarnated.” Merely thinking about the perfidious bitch made his muscles tense. “I have only the word of a soothsayer.”

But he’d always believed. . . .

Uthyr rested on his hind legs and wrapped his spiked tail around his gigantic body. Like all M?ri?r, he could communicate telepathically: —Your female probably doesn’t even know she’s a reincarnate, could go her whole life without remembering a previous existence. She might have no memory of a betrayal. What then?—

Sian hoped she did remember. If not . . . “I have more than enough memory for both of us.”

Uthyr gave a dragonic sigh, a lazy stream of flame tumbling from his lips. —Will you not tell me your mate’s crimes?—

Even after so long, Sian couldn’t speak about her actions without going into a rage. When he gripped the handle of his ax, he could feel Uthyr studying him.

The dragon shifter had decided to take a sabbatical in Pandemonia, saying he planned to “work on his chess game and visit with the local dragon population.” Most likely he was here to monitor Sian’s declining self-control and increasing aggression.

Sian didn’t care what the shifter did, as long as he didn’t get in the way. “All you need to know is that she betrayed me and every demon of this realm.” Because of her, Sian had been left maimed for ten millennia. Inwardly, he’d been scarred much, much worse.

For eons, he had awaited his revenge, not only on his mate, but on her entire hated species.

Uthyr scratched his neck with the claws of a back paw, shedding a metallic blue-gold scale. —You’ve never doubted she would be reborn. What made you so certain?—

Because he’d had no choice. “When I learned of her death, I vowed to live long enough to see her return.” How else could he have gone on?

He would never forget falling to his knees beside the river of fire, roaring and clawing at his chest, grief and hatred blistering him inside.

—No word on your bounty?—

“Immortals are scouring the universe for her. If she retains her species and her unique appearance”—a fey with one amber eye and one violet—“she will be found.” If not, he would take over the hunt between his next two wars.

In the first campaign, he would fight off an invasion of trespassers. In the second, he would launch his own invasion.

Nothing pleased Sian so well as a good, meaty war, and he was grateful to have conflicts to distract him. Otherwise he would’ve gone mad since learning of his mate’s possible reincarnation.

And since he’d been struck by the hell-change curse.

Upon his brother’s recent death, Sian had reluctantly returned to Pandemonia to assume the crown—and all its disadvantages. He’d started to transform from a male of striking good looks into his most monstrous self.

Whoever ruled hell slowly became hell. The last time Sian looked at his reflection—months ago—a hideous stranger had stared back at him.

His formerly smooth, tanned skin was dark red with glowing glyphs over his chest. His chiseled features had become blunter, more brutal. Mystical hell metal pierced his skin—bars at the bridge of his nose and through his nipples, not to mention other parts of his body.

He’d grown a pair of massive wings that resembled a bat’s. Long black claws tipped his fingers and the toes of his beastlike feet.

For ten millennia, he’d gone without horns—thanks to Kari—but now a new, larger pair had emerged, more menacing even than before. A wide swath of skin surrounding his eyes was darkened like a demonic mask. Only the color of his green irises remained the same—unless they went black when he was in the grip of rage.