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“If Hades refuses to reverse his curse, then bring us someone equally as powerful who can break it apart,” I said.

He nodded. “The Fae King is available.”

My jaw tightened. Another bastard who had sentenced me to death. “Is he capable of doing more than standing around and bullshitting?”

The door to Griff’s room opened, and the male nurse poked his head out into the hallway. “Miss Aibek? Healer Sakhet has finished.”

I rolled up my sleeves and headed into the room. As I crossed its threshold, I turned to the Angel King and said, “Don’t come inside unless it’s to give me a cure for my mate. There will be no talk about Fenrir or Shifter city until the healer confirms that Franklin Griffith is free of demon, fae, and any other kind of curse.”

Without waiting for the angel’s reply, I strode into the hospital room and stopped at Griff’s bedside.

He slumped against the pillows, his brow furrowing. His features were slack, and rapid breaths whistled in and out of his parted lips. I’d never se