Chapter Sixty-Eight

ANDREW POV

It’s been days stuck in a Goddess forsaken stalemate, never making a move. The only way to progress safely is to have an advantage, a plan, or some kind of option. Nothing getting us a second closer to our end goal. To be honest, the lack of progress has been weighing heavily.

There has been little hope until now. The layers to unravel for advancement seem endless and daunting. Even Elle, the cleverest of our unruly gang, finds the tasks daunting. Which never bodes well for anyone. Her subtle brilliance getting us out of more scrapes than I can count. No, Cain was exceedingly prepared, unsurprising for a man born with the simple destiny of destroying his older brother.

No, defeat had become a pipedream of unsurmountable feats. Even Demitri felt the tantalizing grip of desperation. The longer we go without Theo by our side, the emptier we feel. I was on the verge of making a deal with the bloody devil myself, anything to get the love of my life back. To hear his laugh, see