The first thing that Kat and Calix met upon being let in by the buff men at the main entrance was the music.Calix expected something fast, brash, and ear-splitting, but to his surprise, the song being played was slow and dark, featuring a piano and a woman's light breathy voice. It contrasted artistically with the wash of red in the circular area of the club, illuminating the black bar counter, the glittery curtains on the stage, and the barely-dressed humans with stiff fake wings and halos."Angels?" he spluttered, facing Kat. "But last time, they were not dressed—or stripped down—like this.""Well, they're going to open in half an hour," she said knowledgeably. "Also, it's Friday. They do themes on Fridays, according to the taste of the highest tipper of the previous week."Calix nodded in understanding, then he paused, eyes narrowed. "Wait. How do you know all that?" Kat shifted uncomfortably. "Let's just say I'm a semi-regular customer."As though to prove that, a couple of men d
Calix was the first one to burst out of the room, and he did so like a ninja-action star hybrid, complete with the determined face and swift moves.Naturally this made Quinn's eyes turn into big red hearts.Kat found Calix's move to be impressive, even rendering her motionless, but she also found Quinn's gaping to be rather . . . annoying.Which was weird. And inappropriate. And really, really out of character.Shaking her head to get rid of this sudden feeling, Kat shot out of the room, only to be met with the most bizarre situation to beat all the bizarre situations.Cramped in the hallway were six strippers, three males and three females, all clad in the slinkiest, most revealing angel costumes Kat had ever laid eyes on. Andy was in the middle of the chaos, holding an absolute monster of a party popper. Gold and white confetti were scattered on the floor, and Calix was staring at them with an unreadable expression."I told you I didn't know how this works!" Andy was hissing at the b
A kiss. Calix was going in for a kiss. Something that he'd never done and never felt like doing with anyone before.Until now.His heart was racing. His cheeks were flushed. He continued to lean closer, nervous as all hell, while Kat's hand trailed down his cheek. This was it, he told himself. This was really happening. . . .Then she pressed her thumb right below his eye and beamed. "Look! A lash."She withdrew her hand and pulled back, leaving him speechless. His brain took a long while to recover, but even after the slow process he couldn't quite tell what had just happened. Had she really said lash? Had he misheard? Was this a human slang he was yet to discover?As though to answer his thoughts, Kat held up the barely visible strand of hair. "When someone, like, sheds a lash, we get it and blow it like this." She puffed out some air through her puckered lips. "It makes wishes come true. Or so they say."Calix let that sink in. And in return he wanted to sink into the mattress and n
Kat's first instinct was to scream and run, but her entire body was paralyzed in fear. Her stomach was as stiff as a board, her fingers deathly cold.Because of this, the creature managed to grab her arm with its dripping hand, pulling her upright as it rose. Calix swerved in to break them apart, but he barely even pried the thing's grip on her when they suddenly got engulfed in a swirl of dense darkness.
It was acid. Idris's feathers could turn into a potent acid, thick and black, filling the air with smoke and a sharp smell that seemed capable of eroding the nasal cavity.And because Kat looked back to see it in action, she got a full splatter on her left shoulder.It would have been her entire head if Calix hadn't pulled her behind a concrete antenna base just in time.They crumpled to the floor just as the pain started to kick in. She inhaled sharply, forcing herself to glance at the raw, blistered, and bleeding bit of exposed skin peeking through her singed shirt. The wind blowing on her fresh burns was as torturous as a bed of nails piercing through her flesh. The smarting sensation on her palm from her unexpected trick from earlier felt like a minor boo-boo in comparison to this splotch of peeling skin.But of course, she couldn't exactly call time-out with Idris.Speaking of the ruthless Hellborn, Idris flew over the antenna and landed gracefully a few feet in front of them. His
A dark cloud of whirling tendrils enveloped Kat and Idris like a small explosion.The smoke was as sharp and as acrid as burning plastic, descending over the rooftop with the intensity of a nuclear blast's aftermath.Amidst the fog, Idris's anguished face rose in Kat's sight. His lips were pulled back in a snarl, his nostrils flaring. Rivulets of gold trickled rapidly from the protruding metal stick on his forehead. He tried to swing at her, to grab her arm, but he ended up staggering forward and releasing Calix in the process.This should be the part where Kat celebrated her victory. However, as she avoided Idris's outstretched hand and his uneven steps, the heat she'd been feeling in her insides began to grow more intense. It was pressing from under her skin now, as insistent as magma pushing from under the earth, as scratchy as the Nevada summer heat.Despite this and the growing pain in her shoulder and elbow, Kat squared up to Idris, putting herself between him and Calix.Idris sc
The sound of her full name coming from Landon's lips gave Kat serious Idris flashbacks, but it was nothing compared to Calix's reaction.With his fists clenched, he stepped forward and almost growled, "I knew it."And apparently, Calix's sudden outburst gave Landon some getting-knocked-out-by-one-punch flashbacks too. He backed against the pillows fluffed behind him, one hand on his chest. "Kat, please tell your boyfriend to stay away. I am this close to calling the cops.""He's not my . . . never mind. Calix, it's not Idris," she tol
Kat desperately wanted to believe, but at the same time, something was drumming at the back of her head.It was her sense of foreboding, calling at her like a background hum.However, she didn't to feel that anymore. For the first time in a long time—probably since t
† TWENTY YEARS LATER †To open or not to open. That was the big question.Calix stared at the cardboard box on his bed. He'd shut himself in his room in the Circle of the Councilmen, right after going to the mortal world to retrieve the box Kat had left at her father's glass case with his ashes. For twenty years he'd been going back there to continue what was supposed to be tradition, and for exactly that long he'd ignored the box.And even though for some reason he'd taken it home, he still didn't know what to do.He sprawled onto the cotton sheets, closing his eyes momentarily. He couldn't quite believe that he'd done that. Since Kat's death, he'd been avoiding everything that remotely related to her, and still that hadn't been enough to bury the pain.And how could that be possible? She was the first thing he'd see when he opened his eyes in the morning, the last thing he'd think of when he'd crawl to bed at night. Th
"Kat!" Calix's face sharpened in Kat's blurring vision. "Kat, stay with me.""I'm not going anywhere," she assured him, surprised that her vocal cords even worked. Her throat was parched; she couldn't even swallow. "Not going. Not leaving."The battle had long been settled. It seemed that the moment Aldonra vanished, her hold on the corpses had gotten lifted too. All of them were laying on the battlefield again, more damaged than before. They took many of the allies with them, though, and that made Kat wish she had done this sooner."Amicus!" Calix was yelling. "Amicus, help!"Footsteps rumbled around Kat. Around her, people started to gather. She could see Thisbe's horrified and concerned face, an expression that mirrored Byron's. Lady Gethen and Lord Odion stood next to their son, both of them looking devastated. Amicus loomed into view, taking out his assortment of medicine with trembling hands. The confidence he had on his face when he'd attende
Aldonra's constant struggle as they over the mouth of Sygnus brought fresh bolts of pain in Kat's back, but she didn't let go. She kept her arms locked around the queen's waist, letting momentum and gravity take over and swallow them whole.Amidst the deep, rumbling hum coming from the void, she heard was Calix's muffled protest, the scratch of the sandy ground as he struggled to get to his feet."Kat!" he called out, and she only had time to see his fearful, bloody face before she and Aldonra disappeared over the brink.Darkness. There was only darkness. It was thick and opaque and encompassing, coating Kat's skin like a breeze, or like thin satin. It was almost unnerving how it had an actual texture, coupled with the gravitational pull of the endless vertical tunnel that grabbed onto her ankle like a vice.She looked up as her hair whipped around her face. The mouth of the void was ascending far away from her in an unbelievable speed, yet she kept falli
"NO!" Kat's voice echoed in the vast field, raw and brimming with rage. "NO!"She lost Gregor all over again, only this time, it happened right before her eyes. It was another death, a different level that spared nothing. No remains. No memory. Nothing. And he didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve anything that he'd suffered through. He'd only been caught in between the choices of the woman he'd chosen to be his wife and the tainted child they had who shouldn't have existed in the first place.Kat staggered forward, tears flooding her eyes and flowing down her dust-speckled cheeks. The emotional blow itself was enough to make her want to sink into her knees, but she ended up lunging towards Aldonra.She knew she was going to get destroyed in the process, but she didn't care. Her anger was the only thing that mattered. Broken. Everything inside her was broken and burned and now she had to release the embers. She tried to shoot a line of flames at Aldonra, but her shaking hand and her m
Fear made Calix's journey out of the throne room feel like an out of body experience.He had only a vague memory of leaving, of sparing the enemies who were alive and stirring in their spots on the floor. He extended his wings and set off, far away from the scene, towards Kat.His worry, confusion, and the shock of the revelation were solidifying in his chest, growing heavier and heavier as he swerved around the grand hallways. The medallion dangled from his neck, but he couldn't see it, couldn't really feel it. But its presence, the knowledge that it was there, dissolved him into nothing but a mess of disbelief and denial.The only time he regained some semblance of a connection to reality was when he arrived at the damaged courtyard.The allies were rallying around the fountain, binding the surviving enemies with handcuffs and taking the fallen in the more stable areas in the garden. His parents were at the stairs, sporting wounds but not in immed
"Demons," Amicus muttered, reining in Nyx as she continued to howl and fidget in her leash.Apart from the wolf and Amicus, everyone else was frozen, even the Demons. They looked at the four with their unblinking human-like eyes, standing in their path like they were meant to stay there all along.And perhaps they were. It was most probable that they had been assigned to guard the paths leading to Sygnus. They were just obstacles to be dealt with, but that didn't make their presence any less bothersome, especially for Kat, who had never seen these creatures before.But that wasn't entirely true, wasn't it? She had seen Demons before. Or at least a part of them. She'd seen their hands taking the souls at the gates for evil mortals. She'd heard them make noises, felt their presence at the other side every time she and Calix went to such missions.However, nothing could have prepared her for the sheer physical and emotional torture that they brought upon her.Kat knew perfectly that the f
Calix froze at the sight of Idris and his small army. Not because he was particularly scared of them, but because Idris pointed at him and put him under some sort of a paralyzing spell.Shock, disbelief, and anger fueled him up, but all the energy that those emotions ignited all fell flat when he realized he couldn't move. He fought to stay upright, his weapon still in his hand as his arms got pinned to his sides. His breathing was restricted because of the stiffness in his chest.However, even with all this, he looked Idris straight in the face fearlessly.
Being in the Underworld had been nothing but bad, but at least Kat got to see the cute dogs.Okay, there were not really dogs. They were called shadow wolves. Their furs were purely black, as dark as . . . well, as shadows. Also, they were only cute because they behaved well and rather intelligently, not because they looked like normal dogs. For starters, they were the size of a small bus, with fanged mouths that could swallow an adult. They also had three eyes, one positioned at the forehead and all of them glowing red like a stop sign."Do not pet it," Amicus warned sternly as his shadow wolf named Nyx, sniffed her hand. "You do not want her to lick you
As it turned out, the only way to enter the palace was the sewer lines. These were located at the back end of the landscape, right behind the forest line around the gardens.Calix and his parents found their way just fine, and with zero problems. The northern neighborhoods seemed abandoned, with all the windows shut and doors locked. Odion's ability to manipulate force had allowed him to put a shield on all of them, and Gethen extended her glamour on them too.The journey was more than surprisingly fine, but the destination was quite horrid.The entrance of the sewers alone was not pleasant. Grime covered the walls, and the metal lid of the gigantic pipes were rusted and covered in what looked like black slime. Calix couldn't quite imagine himself charging into battle through these paths."Is this really our point of entry?" He winced at the middle pipe that Odion had just opened. "Maybe there is another way in.""No, son." Gethen crinkled her nose and beckoned him forward. "This was o