I should have stood up for him. There were a lot of things he should have done. But not even he could change the past.
All he could do now was try to save the future. For all of his children. Including Caleb, who was locked into slavery at Adarian’s side.
By trying to save them and spare them more harm, he’d failed them all abysmally.
No wonder Savitar stayed on his island in seclusion. It seemed ever the treachery of fate to go out of her way to slap them down every time they tried to help the ones they loved.
“Forgive me,” he whispered, knowing that for him, there would never be any such thing. How could there be?
His entire job was to sell people out.
Especially the ones he loved.
“And one day, brother,” he sneered at Noir’s bedroom door, “I will add you to that list.”
And Kadar Noir would be the only one he’d relish doing it to.
For now, he would keep to Cam’s plan and they would wear down the Malachai. Weaken him. It was still the best and only plan they had. Neutralize Adarian and the world might survive this.
It had to work. Otherwise …
They were all doomed.
Nibo watched as the sky turned as dark as night and the demons boiled out of the ocean. He should probably fight them, but really …
Where did one start with a numberthatlarge? Really. It was so overwhelming, all he could do was stand here and gape.
“You look a bit stunned.”
He dropped his gaze to Agrios. “Well, I don’t see you jumping in there to take them on, old man. So before you berate me, how’s about it then, eh?”
Agrios snorted. “What form of stupid do I appear?”
“The kind that questions the loa who let you out of Tartarus.”
Valynda cleared her throat. “Gentlemen, should we not be a bit more focused on the end of the world that’s bearing down upon us?”
“I would, but I’m too busy shitting my armor.”
Nibo laughed at the Greek’s exceptionally dry tone. At least Agrios was honest. And not that he blamed him. He was having his own reservations. The idea of crawling into the nearest crevice and sitting this one out was beginning to appeal to him as well.
But cowardice wasn’t his forte.
Stupidity was even less so.
What was left when facing a horde this large?
Tactful retreat? That would be Thorn’s answer.
Suddenly, he heard a loud whistle.
Valynda rushed past him toward the sandy beach.
“Rosie!” she shouted, waving her arms over her head. “Oh, thank goodness!”
Nibo dragged his gaze from the swirling demons to see the small rowboat making its way to shore.
Off to the side, way out past the shoreline, theSea Witch IIwas moored and waiting for them. Leave it to Bane to follow the swirling mass of demons to Death’s Door to find them at the gates of Hades.
