Wulfie bent over double with his hands braced on his thighs, looking like he’d expended every ounce of energy on the work.“Where’s the font?” I asked.Griff scowled. “Where else do you want us to dig?”“Follow me.” She jogged out of the room.Griff and I followed her down a darkened hallway, and through a kitchen of wooden units that had seen better days. One of the cupboards was a door that led to a storeroom filled with supplies covered in a thin layer of dust. Then we stepped through a door that opened up into a stairwell illuminated by a bare lightbulb.“Where are you taking us?” I growled.“Do you wish to employ my services as a plant specialist or not?” she snapped from the bottom of the stairs.Griff leaned into my side and whispered, “How did she get so much energy?”“Don’t ask,” I whispered back.She flung open the door, activating a set of fluorescent lights. Griff and I remained at the top of the stairs, and I curled my hands into fists. None of this made any sense. What w
The sun had set by the time we returned to Wulfie’s car, and neither of us were in the mood to huddle together in the trunk. Not only had Demeter been a complete and utter waste of time, but she had drained us of a significant amount of power.Spots appeared before my eyes, largely because the magic had interpreted my protecting her from Griff’s wrath as an act of worship. Only Wulfie was in fairly reasonable spirits, and that was because he’d only dug up the paving stones.Our driver tapped a few commands into his phone. “Ophois… would that be the key maker or the wolf shifter who makes the enchanted safes?”I slumped forward in my seat and grabbed a bottle of Dragonade. The cool, citrusy liquid slid down my throat, infusing me with a little of the energy I’d lost to the wretched old crone.“It’s probably the one who makes the keys,” Griff said. “If that Ophois doesn’t know what we’re talking about, we can try the next one.”Wulfie twisted around in his seat and cleared his throat.“
Beki barked something, but I wasn’t in the mood to listen to her voice of reason. Not when Griff was trying to rewrite history and make it look like I was obsessed with him.She barked again.“If I was fixated with Griff, it was because of his betrayal,” I said into our bond.If she had brows, they would have risen.“It’s true,” I snapped. “He’s the most aggravating man I’ve ever met. We have nothing in common except for our wolves.”Beki pushed against the bond, seeming to reach for Griff… or rather the part of his soul that was her mate. I shuffled a little closer to the annoying creature at my side, just as he did the same.“My wolf won’t stop pestering me about yours,” he said, as though that explained anything.“Keep telling yourself that,” I said, even though I was moving toward him until our bodies touched.Griff’s hand brushed against mine, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. He turned his head toward me, his gaze boring into the side of my face.I licked my lips.
I rose off my seat and glanced at the door, looking for his pale companion. When Benny continued to the door with no sign of the other man, I followed after him.“What happened?” I asked.Benny turned to me, his dark eyes not meeting mine. “Ophois said he would make us a key.” His voice trembled. “But his price was Greg.”“Wait.” I held out a palm. “What does that mean?”The small man’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “I paid for the key with my best friend.”“His life?”“His life, his soul, his past, his future.” Benny’s face crumpled. “As soon as I step out of this place, Greg will have ceased to exist.”“What?” Griff rushed past me and grabbed the smaller man by the collar.Benny’s body collapsed like a broken marionette. “I didn’t even say yes.”“Yes to what?”The woman from behind the desk rushed between us and loosened Griff’s fingers from around Benny’s neck. “Please wait your turn to see Ophois.”“So he can consume one of us?” Griff said.I shook my head. Right now, selling m
I stared open-mouthed into the wolf god’s burning eyes. Even though he stood twenty feet away from me at the base of his dais, it felt like he had wrapped one of those armored hands around my neck and was dangling me in the air.How could he offer me something so terrible yet enticing—the opportunity to wipe away my sins but at the cost of Griff. Beki strained against our bond, her ears pricking up, but she was showing no signs of stress.My throat spasmed. It didn’t matter if my wolf had been mesmerized by the creature standing before us. He was cruel and wicked and likely consumed people’s entire lives.“Your answer?” he said.“I can’t accept that.”“Not even to rescue the souls of thousands of wolf shifters, who are currently trapped within a crystal?” he asked, his voice echoing across the huge chamber.A cool draft meandered around my face, bringing with it the scents of sand and centuries-old dust. I gulped. Someone needed to place this guy in a sarcophagus and bury him thousand
“The only way in and out of Hell is with the power of The Opener of the Way.” He spread his arms wide.I stared up at him, my brows rising, and waited for him to get to some kind of point.His shoulders sagged. “Me.”“And?” Griff said, sounding thoroughly fed up.My lips tightened. We hadn’t even wanted an audience with Ophois, and we’d tried to leave through the door we’d come through, but the wretched god had turned us around and deposited us in this half-buried-in-sand tomb. By now, I just wanted to return to the Überwald and forget that I’d ever visited this bizarre place.“If you’re going to do this, then you’ll do it properly. I will open the wards and share with you the name of an angel you can blackmail into keeping the theft of the souls a secret.”“What’s your price?” I asked.He shook his head. “I’ll get to that in a minute.”“With my immense power, I can move the crystals from point A to point B, without damaging the souls, and create the barriers required to keep Hades ou
Maybe Ophois had a point about my mate wanting me to grovel. If Griff wanted me out of the way, he could have let Fenrir toss me to the demons, but he didn’t. But he also continued to let me know that he wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship. Not that I blamed him, because I’d done the unforgivable, but there was no point in turning down a generous offer when only our wolves were mates.I stepped out into a bright summer’s morning with sunlight streaming through the blood-red cherry blossoms that adorned the street. Some of the cafes down the road were already open, with vampires sitting out in the sun, enjoying alfresco breakfasts.“Can you believe we were there the entire night?” I asked Beki.She shook her head.Ignoring the malevolent presence at my side, I walked to the silver Überwald, where Wulfie sat slumped against the window.“Excuse me.” I raised a hand to rap on the glass.Griff grabbed my wrist and spun me around. “What the hell was that about?”“The bargain I mad
I sat back in my seat, totally and utterly fed up with Griff, whose knee kept touching mine. Beki leaned against our bond, making contact with her wolf and acting as though the tension in the cab wasn’t thick enough to hack through with an ax.Our driver, seeming to have sensed an argument, raised the barrier between his section and ours, leaving me alone with the infuriating wolf. How dare he try to make me jealous about his roller-skating apothecary?My hands curled into fists, and I stared out of the window at the tall buildings whizzing past. No matter how much I tried to relegate him and his misdeeds to the depths of my mind, memories of Griff and those women kept floating to the surface.His gaze burned the side of my face, making my skin itch with irritation. I sat straight in my seat, raised my chin, and forced myself to remain dignified.“Back to your old habits, eh, Cathwulf?” he said, his voice slathered in scorn.“Would you prefer it if I kicked you in the balls?” I asked.