“I don’t have the energy to deal with you tonight,” Death mumbled. “Take it.”
“Smart choice, Death. You would’ve lost.” She tilted her head, waiting for him to say something to her, but he was just watching her like he was enchanted by her.
“Do you really think you could beat a god, Morrigan?”
She stepped toward him. “I think I could bring you to your knees, Death.”
Morrigan gave him a bright smile. Gods, I don’t think he was breathing. He closed his eyes tightly as he seemed to be trying to control himself.
“Grim,” he warned.
“I know, I know.” She rolled her eyes. “Keep my smart mouth to myself.”
Then she turned away from him and started to walk off without a word. I watched her walk off until a stick broke close to us. When I turned, a man taller than any fae I had ever seen before was towering over me. His red eyes burned above harshly drawn features.
“If you were about to follow Morrigan and hurt her, I would fucking annihilate you.”
I see why Brim knew he’d be lurking in Nightfall Court… Morrigan.
“Brim sent me to get help from the God of Death,” I said quickly because I knew he was not kidding in the slightest about annihilating me—I wasn’t even sure what he meant by that.
“Brim…the seer?” His eyes shifted to a color somewhere between blue and green. His arms were crossed over his chest. “Help with what?”
Ezra and I both stood up. I told him a very short version of what was happening with Della and the Gods of Hell. The god’s face did not move in the slightest. Gods, how did Morrigan not shrink away from his intensity? I turned away when the two men in black uniforms appeared behind him.
His guards.
“Is everything alright?” the blonde one asked.
“Yes.” Death ran his fingers through his hair.
“You want me to help you rip their souls from their bodies?”
“Yes. Brim said you were the only one that could help me. My wife can also do this, but she has recently lost her soul, so I need your help.”
“Your wife can rip out souls? Is she the Goddess of Death?”
“Goddess of Life,” I sighed.
“Goddess of Life, huh. Just like my sister.”
“Your sister is the Goddess of Life?” I was confused.
“Yes, but remember each realm has its own set of gods. She can’t rip souls from bodies, but I can. Interesting that gods with the same titles can’t perform the same practices.”
My chest ached with worry. “So, can you help? Brim told us to tell you that my siblings approached your brother Artemis to help them, and he agreed.”
“Fucking wonderful. Of course, my brother is helping them, the greedy fucking prick. My brother would never allow me to leave, which means I would have to do it quickly, and I don’t know how quickly I could get to you when you need me.”
I could feel a tugging in my chest. Was this Della? I rubbed my chest as our mating bond ached.
“Is something wrong?” he asked when he saw me rubbing my chest.
“Ardella,” I said. “My mate, she is upset.” I waved my hand in front of me towards the mating bond he couldn’t see. “She is sending overwhelming emotions through the bond.”
“Mate,” he said the word as if it had punched him in the gut. “You found your mate?” His eyes filled with something like sorrow. His intensity vanished, replaced by a wave of grief.
“Yes, but she has fallen from the grace of the heavens, and I only have a few days to save her and kill the Gods of Hell.”
