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Authors: Juliette Cross

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Bound in Black

In the belly of the beast, strategy is useless.

The Vessel Trilogy,
Book 3

Genevieve Drake is on a dangerous mission to find the soul collector, Lethe, and enter the deepest, darkest level of the underworld. No one has ever returned alive from the belly of a soul collector, but she will let nothing stop her from going after the precious treasure Lethe stole from her.

As she is tested against demon spawn and foul creatures of the underworld, each triumph strengthens her Vessel power—and drags her closer to a breaking point that could forever doom her to the abyss.

Meanwhile, with the full prophecy hurtling toward completion, the Dominus Daemonum strategize for the day Gen will battle Prince Bamal’s Vessel to the death, when the Great War between heaven and hell will begin.

But Bamal has a secret weapon. When he reveals it—and Thomas reveals his own hidden agenda—Gen may not have the strength to resist the temptation to fall into darkness, forsaking the fate of the world for her broken heart.

Warning: Contains malicious demons, sinister spawn, and a vengeful heroine with plans to send them all back to burning hell.

Bound in Black

Juliette Cross

Dedication

For Cora Cade, a friend where distance makes no difference

The prophecy transcribed by James of Glastonbury in 399 AD as told by the Vessel of Light, known only as Ingrid, the day before she drowned herself in the River Brue.

Beneath the orb that circles round, while hosts of fiends and foes abound,

the Vessel-born shall walk upright, fall from Grace, lose her light.

The sinful reign with demon hand, spread wide the Fallen’s mighty band.

But I, the Chalice with full Sight, do see the One to cast off night.

Time will ebb, Time will flow, Light and Dark combat and grow

a ruthless army of good and ill, to war on Land, humanity kill.

When wickedness will rule on land, and all seems lost to mortal man,

One Great War shall begin, upon the hour She stands within

a ring of wordless, mighty breath; amidst the clutch of endless death.

Two great sons of Morning Star; divided, until death will mar.

One will woo the warrior maid, one will cut her to a shade.

Two sisters of the Vessel Light, blood to blood, will evil smite.

Have mercy on the mindless twin, when Wrath is right and Virtue sin.

Sun and Moon, eye to eye; immortals await one battle cry.

For within each heart of Moon and Sun, lies key to rule over all and one.

A door will open beneath the ring, infinite power will it bring.

One look, one word from victor’s lips, will smite the Foe like sinking ships.

But ALL beware, both Light and Dark, for if both Vessels should not embark

Upon the round of Flamma hosts, to duel to death among fiends and ghosts,

Then ALL are doomed to eternal night; no devil or host of heavenly Light

Shall pass to yonder realm or home, an endless walk under darkened dome.

One last task and heed me well. When Time will mark the making spell

A sacrificial lamb must die; her blood must pool under darkened sky,

And rip from hinges the mighty door, then begin the fated Flamma War.

Chapter One

Prickling of needles under my skin—the unwelcome sensation that meant only one thing. Demons. Once upon a time, it had filled me with tremulous dread. But not anymore.

I waltzed into The Dungeon—the whips-and-chains Goth club owned and managed by Dommiel, high demon of New Orleans—completely indifferent to his red-eyed minions lurking within. Though they were human in appearance, I could feel their sinister aura the second I stepped into the murky den.

As one of the Flamma, a host of either the Light or Dark with supernatural powers, I had the ability to cast illusion, to disguise who I was—a Vessel of Light. With a simple thought, I could’ve dimmed the effervescent white glow beaming off my skin—my underlight—which always burned brighter in the vicinity of demons. I could’ve come here incognito. I could’ve cast illusion to hide the twenty-seven-inch, razor-sharp katana sheathed at my hip. I could’ve refrained from alarming my leather-and-leash audience currently giving me death stares. But I didn’t.

I wanted every piece of shit here to know I could do damage, if necessary. Every minute wasted was another minute I couldn’t reach my destination, another minute lost in finding Jude. My protector, my love…my husband.

No longer hiding my identity, I stalked through the darkened bar like I owned the place. A bulky bartender cut me off before I headed up the stairs, keeping a few steps back.

“Can I help you?” he asked, deep scowl in place.

I inhaled and blew out a calming breath, restraining from showing him the damage a Vessel coming into her power could do.

“Yeah. You can get the fuck out of my way before I sever your head. Or you can escort me to Dommiel. Your choice.”

His face slackened from fierce bouncer to shocked idiot. Hesitantly, he sloped off in front of me toward the stairwell. Smart move. I followed, my right hand wrapped around the hilt of my sword in case anyone decided my bad attitude needed an adjustment.

Pulse-pounding, bone-grinding music vibrated the entire second floor. Dancers, if you could call them that, melded together in one mass of moving limbs. A few couples and trios needed to find a private corner before their make-out sessions morphed into an all-out orgy.

The bartender stopped in front of Dommiel’s throne. A massive dragon’s head—openmouthed and fierce fanged—hung above the oversized wood-carved chair like a crown. The first time I’d been here, I assumed the head was a magnificent work of art by a local New Orleans sculptor. Because dragons aren’t real, right? Now I knew better. The beast’s head was cut from a high demon’s spawn, probably killed in battle against one of the Flamma of Light, someone on my team. Even now, after the head was severed and stuffed, a low vibration of eerie energy swirled in the air. I hadn’t detected this before. But back in September, I wasn’t the Vessel I was now. My Vessel Sense, VS, amplified every day, detecting any demon within a one-mile radius. Not only that, my fist and blade packed major force. Still, I knew I hadn’t experienced full awakening. Kat, my mentor and friend and the only female hunter I’d met, told me that I’d know when I experienced my awakening. It would be like falling in love. And I definitely knew what that felt like…as well as the tragic heartbreak when that love was ripped from my arms.

I clenched my jaw, willing away those thoughts, and focused on the task at hand.

Dommiel sprawled atop his throne with the latest blonde propped on his lap. With a clean-shaved head and wearing his usual attire—black slacks and white button-down with silver cuff links—he was a contradiction in appearance. If he hadn’t pierced every part of his face—lip, lids, nose, tongue, and the entire cartilage of both ears—he’d be hot. Metal-face didn’t turn me on, but some girls were into that. For example, the buxom woman now whispering in his ear, pressing against him with her ample cleavage pouring out of a red patent leather corset. Dommiel cupped her breast with the one hand he had, brushing his thumb casually along the exposed skin above the too-tight casing. He turned his head when I approached.

His groupies didn’t move, though tension rippled in the air. Dommiel’s familiar—a black-eyed raven—perched on the dragon’s head and watched me. For a second, I wished I’d brought Mira. The white hawk that I’d created the day Jude was taken away had become my pale shadow wherever I went these days. But I didn’t want any of these freaks trying to hurt her in this confined space. Before her creation, when I was steeped in a well of grief from losing Jude, I hadn’t known Vessels could create spawn of Light. If demons could beget creatures of darkness, then it made sense I’d have the power to create one of light. Only, no Vessel had ever done it before. George, the commander of the Dominus Daemonum—the Masters of Demons—said it was because no Vessel before me had ever come so close to her awakening.

When I glanced up at the beady-eyed bird, I wondered what it would do if I’d brought Mira with me and let her poke out one of those evil eyes. I suppose it would’ve started a shit storm, and that wasn’t why I’d come here.

Standing tall, hands at my sides, I said to Dommiel, “I come in peace.”

He considered me for about five seconds. “If this is peace, I’d hate to see war.”

“Yes. You would.”

In our past dealings, Dommiel had used his sardonic tongue to cut me and keep me in line. I waited for his next smart-ass remark, but something in his gaze told me he recognized this visit was different. I hadn’t come to threaten or coerce him into doing my bidding. I had a genuine offer of partnership—one I never thought to present to a high demon.

With a heavy sigh, he squeezed his blonde’s breast still cupped in his hand, then gave her a quick deep-throated kiss before pushing her off his lap. He stood, revealing the silver hook on the stump of his other arm, which had been concealed till now.

“This better be good, Vessel.” He stepped in front of me, leading me past a guard and down a dark hallway. “I haven’t had a taste of her yet and was quite looking forward to it.”

“It looked to me like you just got a taste.”

He shot me a piercing look over his shoulder. “Okay. Let me rephrase. I haven’t yet fucked her until she can’t talk or walk. And I was about to take off that edge when you showed up.”

“Too much information, Dommiel.”

He led me down some narrow stairs, then gestured aside another guard outside his office. I’d been here before to negotiate a sort of truce and mutual business offer on my last visit. This time, I came to offer much more. Jude wouldn’t approve. But I’d do anything and everything to get him back. Selling a small piece of my soul was no hardship if it meant I’d have the chance to save my love from eternal hell.

Dommiel sank into the chair behind his wooden office desk. The furniture seemed out of place. Beyond these walls, mind-blasting music pounded through the club and demons writhed among humans, tempting them to fall farther into their den of sin. But here, in this average-looking office with a comfortable sofa and a low-lit lamp casting a warm hue on the walls, I could’ve been standing in a normal office building, not a demon’s lair.

Resting his hook-hand and arm on the desk, he gestured palm up with the other. “So what do you want? Another favor? More intel? I’m all out of favors, and I know nothing new.”

Taking a seat on the edge of the sofa, I shifted the katana so that it didn’t poke me in the hip. I paused, staring at my laced fingers hanging between my knees, my wedding band glinting in the light. I searched for the right words that would persuade him.

“I need your help,” was all I could think to say.

A dumbfounded demon is funny to behold. If I didn’t have so much anxiety churning my guts into a pool of acid, I would’ve laughed.

“Wait a minute,” he said. “Your asshole boyfriend storms into my place and practically slits my throat for looking at you the wrong way. He then cuts my hand off so I’m stuck with this fucking thing for the rest of my immortal life.” He thrust his sharp hook in the air for effect. “And then, you and your bitch of a hunter friend—”

“Kat.”

“Whoever…the two of you blackmail me into offering up information that could’ve put my head on a platter or gotten me sent to the deepest level of torturous hell. And now…now you want
my
help? Damn, woman. You have some serious balls.”

A normal person would’ve flinched and cowered from the wave of heated rage seething from the high demon across the desk, but all I could feel was elation.

“That’s where I want to go.”

“Where? What are you talking about?”

“I need you to take me to hell. To find the soul eater Lethe. I need to go to Erebus.”

Soul collectors, also known as soul eaters or rivers of the underworld, kept their captives in Erebus—the darkest pit of hell. These five supernatural creatures served neither the Flamma of Light or the Dark, only themselves. Jude had bargained with Acheron once. They were reasoning monsters, but monsters all the same. And there was no way in or out of Erebus but through one of them. I needed Lethe. She was the one to take Jude. She was my best link in finding him.

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