Instead, she bit her tongue.
How could she argue when the love that made her leave was the same love that made him come after her?
It was so cruel.
So bitter.
And so incredibly precious and sweet.
What were they going to do?
Theirs was an impossible situation.
Belial grimaced. Once more the internal pull tightened his gut. “Damn it!”
He had to go. Whether he wanted to or not.
Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the bidding he hated most. Light shot around him as he fell through the dimensions of time and space and into the pit of the Nether Realm that held his noose.
His body aching, he soon found himself in the deepest pit of Kadar’s prison.
Just as he’d expected, he landed in the main throne room. Orangelights danced along the dark walls. Screams echoed around him and he looked up to his master’s bone-encrusted throne.
To his shock, it wasn’t Kadar or Azura.
Death sat on the throne.
Audacious and stupid. He’d give Grim that. Ballsy beyond ballsy. Although, if either god caught him, Grim wouldn’t have his balls for long.
Even if he was Kadar’s son-in-law.
Handsome and devious, Grim stared at him as if he’d like nothing better than to rip his demon flesh apart. He stroked the bleeding demon chained to the throne’s arm and raked a hostile glare over Belial.
Granted, Belial had never cared for Grim even when they’d battled together, but still he had to admire his bravery right now.
“Greetings, Belial.”
“Where’s Kadar?”
Grim shrugged. “Amusing himself with some poor slug, no doubt.”
“Then why was I summoned?”
An evil smile curved his lips and a tremor of fear chilled Belial’s spine. “A little demon told me what you’re up to.”
“Six feet?”
Grim wasn’t amused. “Your plan, nimrod.”
Trying to remain nonchalant, he looked about, curious as to who had betrayed him. He knew it wouldn’t be Thorn or Shadow. While they might not like him, they had even less love for Grim. Last time Shadow had been near him, he’d almost fed the bastard his own intestines.
As for Thorn, they had once been allies.
Now they were mortal enemies, and if Grim could deliver Thorn’s head to Kadar, he’d gladly do so.
Nay, someone else had heard him.
Who?
