“Two,” Typhos says, giving me the names of the otherfae who perished while my kind stormed through the kingdom.
Honestly, I’m surprised there wasn’t more physical damage.
Though, I suppose most of them focused on my palace and nothing else. Serapina’s sweet Omega fragrance only bloomed here, not in any other parts of the village.
“How many Alphas ventured out of the palace?” I ask, curious.
“Less than a dozen,” Typhos replies. “And I think they only did so to explore the kingdom. One of them was Ares.”
I nod. “The more lucid of my kind, then.”
“If you can call him lucid, then yes.”
“Psychoticis probably a better term,” I say, thinking aloud more than responding to his words. “Regardless, those few are the ones who pose a larger threat—because they’re aware enough to hunt.” I finally look at the Hell Fae King again. “I don’t suppose you can identify the others for me?”
“I can and I will, after you bring back Onyx.”
I grunt. “Always working in deals.”
“It is what I do,” he returns. “Now bring back my lieutenant.”
I sigh.
What Typhos Lucifer doesn’t realize is that I would save Onyx for free. But I don’t feel like having that conversation right now.
I’m tired. Frustrated. And missing my mate. All while hating that Serapina is not actually mine.
So a visit with spirits may actually prove worthwhile.
Because I could use an outlet for my emotions.
And what better place to unleash my irritations than among an army of dead souls?
“I’ll be back,” I tell Typhos.
What I don’t add is that he probably shouldn’t waste his time waiting for me to return. Because it’s going to take me a while to find the recently departed souls.
Instead, I simply mist to the plane born of my power.
The death world.
Chapter 10
Sera
Mmm.Something smells really good. Like leather and man. Yet underlain with the sweet aroma of roses on a wintry morning.
And silk, I think, rolling in the soft texture.Yes.
I’m in a pillowy heaven.
Surrounded by the most alluring aromas.
Warmed by a masculine wall of energy.
I turn toward that presence and bury my nose against his chest. Yawn. And lose myself to my dreams.
Or I assume I do, anyway, because when I finally open my eyes, I’m alone in the massive bed. The cool sheets beside me suggest the man I was cuddled into left some time ago.
