She didn’t have to answer. He saw it clearly in her eyes.
Aye, he did.
What the hell?
“You are a fool, Arel.”
No one and nothing was worth one minute in Azmodea. Especially given what Grim had in store for her.
Her cheeks brightened in the darkness. “Is it a deal?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
She let out a relieved breath. “Thank you,” she whispered, rubbing the chills on her arms.
Belial opened his mouth to respond, then shut it.
How the fuck could he answer that?
Thank you?
For what?
Destroying her? Feeding her to one of the greatest monsters ever created?
Why?
Because shedared to love the unlovable?
He was completely flummoxed. Who would hand themselves over to their enemies to be led into hell?
To be raped?
His memories surged through him.
As did his rage.Better she suffer than you!
No one would weep if he suffered. No one would care at all.
But they would if she did.
Because she’s decent and doesn’t prey on others.
Because she cares.
Damn it all to hell.…
He leaned his head back and roared in fury. “I can’t do it!” Furious atall of them, he met her gaze. “You fucking little bitch! I have to tell you the truth.”
“Pardon?”
Growling, he rose up and grimaced, wanting to cut her throat, and knowing that not even he was that evil. “If I take you to Azmodea, they plan to breed you with the Malachai.”
Her jaw went slack. “Pardon?”
He paused to meet her astonished gaze. “You heard me, sunshine.”
“But what about the curse?”
