“Oh shit,” I gasped. Dante’s ass was nice, but extremely white. The entire situation was mortifying and would stay with me for centuries.
They turned and stared. Greed’s expression was one of shock and Dante’s was pissed.
“I am so sorry,” I mumbled backing away. Dante had slapped his hands over his eyes and swore in what sounded like Italian. Greed pointed to Dante’s rather oversized manhood and gave me the thumbs up. I weakly returned the gesture and turned to go.
“Would you like to join us?” Greed called out as I hauled ass back to the dining room.
“Um . . . no, I’m good,” I choked out. “But thanks.”
“Maybe another time,” she yelled as I picked up my pace to a sprint. I needed to go home. Immediately.
No Sword. No magic. Only eternal memories of my cousin giving a douchewanker a blow job in Hell. And now I was lost. How did I get lost? Granted, the Dark Palace was huge, but this was fucking ridiculous. I hadn’t followed Greed and her boy toy very far and I was sure I went back the same way. Maybe in my haste to get away, I’d overshot the door.
A violent jolt of hazy black magic made me freeze. It carried the same signature as the magic I’d felt at dinner. It hadn’t left the room with Greed. It had stopped and made me think it had been Greed. The owner of the magic had wanted me gone. Shit. Something was going down in the dining room and I couldn’t find it.
When conventional means fail use magic. A shit ton of it. I lifted my hand and flicked my fingers and a glittery breeze engulfed me. It was warm and familiar. A giggle escaped my lips and I flicked my fingers three more time. Glitter spun wildly around me. The temptation to bask in the beautiful peach and rose colored magic was tempting, but I had places to be and Demon ass to kick. I just didn’t know which Demon. No time like the present to find out. With one more flick, I transported back to the dining room.
Chapter 26
Welcome to Hell.
The dining room looked like the aftermath of a hurricane. Everything was still in motion so it was problematic getting my bearings. Violent winds swept the room. Debris and Demons were flying. Muffled screams and grunts assaulted my ears. The dust and glitter made seeing almost impossible, but there was a wall—a clear crystal wall. It stretched from one end of the room to the other and literally oozed magic. Iridescent goop dripped down the smooth facade, slightly blurring what lay beyond. The Guards and guests were on the opposite side from where I stood. Small fires from the candles burned and licked up the curtains and smoldered in the carpets. The Demons clutched at the walls to keep from being blown around and burned to death. The storm was far more violent on their side. The only immortals left standing were Satan, Ethan and Dixie. I tried to communicate with Ethan, but the wall blocked my magic. Whoever erected this sucker had some major mojo going on . . . The fury on the Devil’s face at being helpless was like nothing I’d ever seen—beautiful, raw and horrifying.
What was happening? And why was I on the side where nothing was exploding?
“I should have given you more credit,” a disembodied female voice hissed. I shuddered involuntarily at the malice in the voice. “I didn’t think you’d make it back for the show.”
Wrath? I whirled around and backed away. She was magnificent. Swirling gold and amber tattoos covered her pale skin and morphed from shape to shape. Her blonde hair flew wildly on her head and her gown billowed around her. She embodied her name.#p#分页标题#e#
In one hand she held Amanda. The consort was bloody and beaten and trembled with fear. In the other she held the Sword. Fucking awesome.
“You do that, you’re gonna die,” I said calmly, even though my insides roiled. She was strong and by the looks of it, insane.
“My father will never kill me. And you can’t.” She laughed manically and eased the Sword closer to Amanda’s neck. “Only one prick—one touch of the blade and any immortal dies,” she whispered as Amanda whimpered. “Just one and the whore dies.”
Get her monologuing . . . bad guys love to tell you how bad they are. A few minutes—even seconds would give me time to think. Wrath had humongous balls to think she could get away with this. Everybody who was anybody in Hell had front fucking row seats. I refused to turn and look. One, I didn’t want to see the worry on Ethan’s face and two, I wasn’t about to take my eyes off Psycho Cousin. Unsure if she’d actually kill Amanda, I was fully aware I could kill her even if she wasn’t. I fingered the stone at my neck, she was meant to rule . . . I didn’t want to use it and hoped she would make me.