Chapter 44.2

“Thank you.” I stepped out of his embrace and smoothed down my denim jacket. When he wasn’t flirting or acting like a peeping wolf, he was actually quite pleasant.

He wiggled his fingers and produced a golden needle. “Place this in your lapel.”

“Is this for transporting the crystals?” I asked.

“Precisely.” He manifested a set of keys from thin air and opened a doorway into Fenrir’s basement.

The Norse god stood by an eight-foot-tall holographic model of a castle that was only half-complete. From its high towers and turrets, I could tell this was Hades’ palace. This had to be what the cartographer had cobbled together based on Coral’s recollection of her stay with Hades. I glanced at the bottom floor, which was devoid of detail.

My throat spasmed. How on earth were we going to find the dungeon where they were keeping the Hellfire pack?

Griff, Lydia, and a brown-haired administrator type sat at a small row of chairs. From his scent, I could already tell he was a Neutral and had no usabl