The God of Wrath doesn’t appear to share my interest as he merely says, “Right. Thanks for the good time, Death.” He looks at my cousin. “See you for another round soon, Dreams.”
With that, he vanishes, and I feel his presence disappear entirely from my kingdom.
I should have sensed him when I arrived, too, but my mind was still wandering and not entirely focused.
However, I’m paying attention now.
Which is how I realize this entire side of the palace has been completely reimagined. “You manifested several changes throughout my home,” I say, my gaze narrowing at the one I know is responsible for these alterations.
“It was in shambles when I arrived,” Morpheus replies. “And as you left me to clean up the mess, I took certain liberties.” He walks to the edge of the terrace balcony to look out over my kingdom. “The skeleton trees seem to approve.”
I frown and follow his gaze down to the Netherworld Courtyard.
And see that my creations are sprouting purple dots on their skeletal limbs.Flowers, I realize, my gaze squinting at the morbid creation.
“You’ve defiled my kingdom,” I say through my teeth.
“I’ve improved it,” Morpheus replies. “But if you don’t like the renovations, then perhaps you shouldn’t have tasked me with handling the cleanup.”
“As much as I’m enjoying this banter, can we discuss Onyx?” Typhos inserts.
My brow furrows. “What about him?” I ask, familiar with the one often referred to as the Corpse Fae King. He also happens to be Maliki’s uncle. Not that Maliki seems to care about his royal bloodline. Ruling is the last thing my best friend has ever desired.
“He’s dead,” Typhos says dryly. “And I expect you to fix it since you’re the reason he died.”
I stare at him. “I didn’t kill Onyx.”
“No, your kind did that when rutting through this kingdom in search of Omega pussy,” Typhos states flatly, his crude statement causing my hackles to rise.
“Do not speak about my mate like that.”
“Do not assume my respect for you and your kind means I’ll allow this chaos to happen again inmyrealm,” he returns flatly. “You putmyfae at risk. Forcedmymate to come here and create a portal toyourhome realm. And therefore putmymate-circle at risk when we all arrived to help her.”
“It was very impressive,” Morpheus inserts unhelpfully. “Azazel and Ajax also proved to be quite a force against our kind. I was both impressed and surprised by the display.” He looks at the Hell Fae King. “You’ve done well for yourself, Typhos.”
“I can’t tell if you’re being condescending or complimentary,” Typhos responds. “And I’m not sure I care. What I do care about is reviving Onyx.” His intense blue eyes capture mine. “Whichyouare going to help me with.”
“Definitely the latter—a compliment,” Morpheus murmurs. “And yes, Hades, it’s your turn now. Have fun.”
He disappears, leaving me growling in his wake. Because I have no doubt that he just went straight back to Mykonos.
Part of me wants to pursue him.
But the loyal side of me remains on the terrace.
Because I can’t leave Onyx’s soul to suffer in the death world. Not only is he an ally and a respected fae in my kingdom, but he’s also important to Maliki.
Which makes him important to me.
“Any other casualties I should be aware of?” I ask Typhos, my gaze on the kingdom below rather than on the Hell Fae King.
There are several Corpse Fae standing in the Soul Yards with bowed heads. They look like ants from up here, but I can tell they’re mourning.
Meanwhile, I see several other fae in the courtyard, staring at Morpheus’s alterations. The purple flowers resemble specks to my enhanced vision, telling me they’re much larger when standing before them.
Fucking Morpheus.
I’ll fix his changes after I’m done visiting the death world.
