Chapter 101

Blakely

The Chasm was an island devoid of life, surrounded by a fog so dense one could feel it slipping through their fingers.

Mountains of black rock jutted up from the earth like rotten teeth. Steam—no, smoke—billowed from their peaks.

With how desolate and depressing the place was, one might’ve assumed that the God of the Chasm was…unbecoming.

Of course, that wasn’t the case at all.

He melted from the side of the mountain, appearing from in between a set of rocky bluffs. A billowing cape hung from his shoulders, gliding along the ground. At first, his skin had taken on the same dark, rough texture as his surroundings. Only when he stepped away, following a wide crack in the earth, did his skin begin to pale.

Azrael met him halfway with Rosalind’s necklace clutched firm in hand. Orion and Draco stood on either side of me, arms crossed rather threateningly.

Aides surveyed the two of them, lifted a single dark eyebrow, then began speaking to Azrael.

I stiffened beside my mates,