Chapter 53

I was in deep shit. And that was an understatement.

Deep shit would imply that I was in some kind of trouble. Perhaps facing an arrest or a fine or a reprimand.

But I had turned double-agent, betraying a Demon King who was also the Greek god of the Underworld, blackmailed an angel into joining a dangerous heist, stolen thousands of souls from Hell, and thwarted Hades’ plan to interrogate Fenrir’s lieutenant-in-crime.

Now, I was trapped in a stone dungeon, deep underneath Hades’ palace in the Fifth Faction of Hell, with said angel at my back and the Demon King glowering at me through black eyes that burned hotter than coals.

I had never had vertigo, not even when I leaned out of my cell in one of the Punishment Pit’s mega-stalactites, but my soul was free-falling into a pit of terror and was about to shatter into a million shards.

Beki skittered to the back of our bond and tried to hide behind my spine. I couldn’t blame her. My poor wolf hadn’t been this terrified since the moments bef