A chill ran down my spine as my mother, the horsewoman War, wrapped her fingers around my wrist. I had barely a moment to register the bodies of every member of this patrol group crumpled at her feet.
Pan’s hand grasped my free one and I felt him tug hard, but it was too late. My mother let out a dark chuckle and said, “Two for one. I do love a bargain.”
Then the world went dark.
Chapter
Thirty
MALICE
“What the fuck are we waiting for? He’s bleeding out in front of us!” Remington screamed at anyone who would listen as he tore his twin out of Drystan’s arms.
“Remi?” a posh and pregnant British woman cried, rushing into the room. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
“He’s dying. I need... you have to...” Remi spluttered, unable to finish his sentence as emotion took hold. “Gavin, tell her.”
“He needs your blood, petal. It has to be you, and it has to be now.” This came from the vampire who’d remained mostly quiet until now.
Without question, the woman dropped to her knees beside who I was beginning to assume was her mate. Hades mentioned there were others in pods similar to ours. I suspected this was one of them.
In a quick move, her fangs flashed, and she tore open the skin of her wrist before pressing the bloody appendage to the dying wolf’s lips. The slight nod Grim gave me when we made eyecontact as he pulled his gloves over his bare hands confirmed my suspicions that Ben would survive.
“Where are we, Lilith?” Grim asked, calm but pointed at the same time.
“That I can’t tell you, Grimsby. It’s not only for our own safety, but because it technically doesn’t exist in any realm.”
Hades rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he muttered, “I’m pretty sure it’s some kind of pocket dimension or realm. It can be anchored to multiple realms—regardless of whether they are connected to each other—and accessed only by those given permission.” He flashed a little black card. “We will get some made for you.”
Lilith, who’d begun a slow stalk down the hall, turned on us. “Iwill get them made for you, as it ismyrealm.”
“What was the name of our little society, darlin’? The Lilith Society?” He tapped his lip as if considering before his eyes flashed with wicked delight and he smirked. “Oh, that’s right. We’re the Hades Society.”
“Careful, you let it get any bigger and your head won’t fit through the gates of the underworld.”
He smirked but followed along as she resumed walking her original path. “That’s a real spitfire you’ve got there,” he murmured to Drystan as we all fell into step.
“I’m aware.”
“How many creatures does this realm house?” I asked, dubiously taking in the narrow corridor.
“As many as are required.” Lilith flicked her hair over one shoulder, not sparing me a glance as she answered. “All of the horsewomen’s progeny and their mates. Save Merri, of course.”
My stomach dropped, a pit of apprehension forming as her words registered.
Pan. Pan was here.
My son washere.
I stumbled, only staying upright because of Chaos’s firm grip on my shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked, voice pitched low.
No. I decidedly was not. In all the madness of the battle and trying to find Lilith to get a lead on Merri, I’d forgotten Pan was linked to this band of rebels. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that I might see him. Would he recognize himself in me? Would he even have a clue who I was? Would he hate me?
“My son is here,” I whispered.
“Yes.”
