Lords of the Underworld Bundle (5 page)

“Smell good, like fear,” something suddenly growled beside Kadence. “Mmm, hungry.”

Startled, she gasped. Geryon tried to pull her behind him, but she resisted. This time, she wouldn't sink into the background, forcing him to do all the work, take all the risks. This time, she fought. “Move away or die,” she told the demon.

It frowned at her. “Look like me. Why you smell so good?” It licked its lips, saliva dripping from the corners of its paper thin mouth. It was covered in yellow scales and only reached her navel. And while it appeared lean, she suspected unyielding strength rested underneath those scales.

A tremor moved through her.
Remember who you are. Remember what you can do
.

It stepped closer.

“You were warned,” she said, bracing herself.

“Wait outside, Kadence. Please.” Geryon tried to move in front of her.

She blocked him, not facing him. “No. You will not fight them alone.”

As they spoke, the demon continued to inch toward them, its claws lengthening.

“Please, Kadence.” Geryon tugged at her. “I need to know you're safe. Otherwise, I'll be distracted and a distracted warrior is a defeated warrior.”

“I cannot act the coward. Not anymore. Besides, if this works, you will not have to fight him at all.” She was hell's warden; it was past time she acted like it. Past time she ruled rather than merely observed.

“
If
isn't good enough. Not when it comes to your safety.”

Any moment the creature would cease its stalking and spring. She knew it, felt it. Kadence reached inside herself as she angled her chin to stare deep into its eyes, surprised to find her power easily accessible. She shouldn't have been surprised, though. She might
try
and suppress it, but it was always there, never silent, a churning sea inside her.

“Stay,” she said, and the creature locked in place, its mind still active but every part of its physical form hers to command.

For a long while, she simply drank in her handiwork, amazed.
I did it
. Not once did the fiend try and approach her again—even though murder gleamed in those beady eyes.

“Something's happened,” Geryon said, sounding confused.

“
I
happened,” she said, proud of herself. “Watch.” To the demon she said, “Raise your arms over your head.”

Instantly, it obeyed, shooting both arms into the air without a word of complaint. But then, she had possession of its mouth, as well. Clearly, it had not wanted to comply with her demand, for its gaze continued to translate its hatred of her.

Joy burst through her. For once, she had used her ability for good: to save someone she greatly lo—admired. Dear gods. Did she love Geryon? She loved being with him, loved the way he made her feel: cherished, protected. But did that mean she had given him her heart? Surely not.

“Look, Kadence.” Geryon pointed to the slab. “Look what's happened.”

She followed the direction of his finger and gasped. Every demon had frozen in place, their hands in the air. Even the spirits had stopped writhing. There was no laughter, no cries. Only the sound of her own breathing could be heard.

“You did this?” Geryon asked.

“I—yes.”

“I am amazed. Awed.”

Her joy intensified. “Thank you.”

“Can they hear me?” When she nodded, he slowly grinned and shouted to the creatures, “Hear me well. Go forth and tell every Demon Lord the guardian is here and that I plan to destroy them.” To Kadence he added, “Release them.”

Though she wanted to protest, Kadence did as he'd asked. In less than a blink, the creatures were racing from the building as fast as possible, leaving her and Geryon alone. “Why?”

His grin widened. “Now we wait. They will come to us.”

Geryon fortified the building against attack as best as he was able, given the lack of supplies and tools. Kadence remained at his side, lending a spiritual touch whenever needed, forcing the planks and stones to bow to her will. He noticed she grew paler with every minute that passed.

“What's our battle plan?” she asked when they finished, settling against the far wall. The only place without blood or…other things on it.

Keeping you alive, by whatever means necessary
. He joined her, careful not to touch her. One touch, and he would pull her back into his arms. He needed to be alert, on guard. “You'll lock them in place and I'll slay them.”

“Quick and easy,” she said with a ring of hopefulness in her tone. “How long do you think we have?”

“A few hours. It will take a while for news of my arrival and intentions to spread. Longer still for the Lords to gather their forces and plan an attack.” Geryon raked a claw across the floorboard to mar the curse etched there, stone shards flying into the air. “I understand why Lucifer wishes you to destroy the demons trying to leave hell and thereby prevent all other demons from following them, but why does it matter so much to you?”

She shrugged. “When I agreed to enter this realm, I became…connected to it. If the wall crumbles, I die.”

She would
die
? “Why did you not tell me before now?” he growled. “And why would you connect to such a thing? Why would you come here willingly?”

“Had I remained in the heavens, I would have been punished every minute of every day. No one is crueler in that respect than the gods. They wanted me here, so here I came. But I had no idea how permanent the bonding would be. How powerful. As to why I didn't tell you…” She shrugged. “You had permission to finally leave your post yet you chose to help me. I didn't want to burden you further. Now you've saved me, again, and I don't wish to lie to you.”

“Kadence,” he said, then shook his head. “I should have remained at the inside of the gate, without you, and slayed the Lords as they approached. Now the wall is without protection, and you are in more danger than ever.”

“They would have seen you and stayed away, for there is no place to hide above the pit.”

“And that would have been fine with me. That would have kept you safe.”

“Yet that is no kind of life for you, simply lying in wait.”

“It is the life I am used to.”

“But you deserve more!” Looking away from him, she traced a fingertip over the area he had clawed. “We had to do this. Or rather, I did. But I want you to know that if I fall, the wall will remain as it is, for it isn't bound to me. I have been hurt many times over the years, yet it did not show signs of damage.”

“I don't care about the damn wall!”

Her eyes widened. Then she gulped and continued as if he hadn't spoken. “Without me, there will be no one who senses when something is wrong. The gods will have to find someone new. I know you are now free, but would you remain there, vigilant, until that person is found? Even if Lucifer has already appointed a new guardian?”

“You are not going to die, damn it. Now tell me why Lucifer allowed you inside? He needs you
outside
.”

Color fused her cheeks. Embarrassment? Guilt? “He also needs his wall protected.”

Guilt, most definitely. It was there in her voice, echoing off the walls. “He could have destroyed or imprisoned the Demon Lords.”

“If he could catch them.”

“I'll give you that.” Geryon tapped two fingers against his chin, pondering the situation. “But Lucifer allows nothing, even those things he needs, without demanding some form of payment. What did he demand of you? And why did he allow you my services? Why release my soul? And where is my soul now, if Lucifer no longer has it?” Even as he asked the questions, a few of the answers shaped in his mind. He snarled low in his throat. “You bought me from him.”

That color in her cheeks deepened. “Yes,” she whispered. Her eyelids fluttered shut, the length of them casting spiky shadows over her cheeks. One of her hands rubbed at the amethyst dangling between her breasts. “I'm not sorry, either.”

Was his soul inside? “Did you buy me with…yourself?” If so, he would slay the prince before allowing one evil finger to touch this woman's precious body.

A pause, her eyes slowly opening. Then, “No.”

“Tell me.” Anger was building inside of him. Anger with her, with Lucifer, with himself that this could have happened. What had this prized woman given up?
Why
had she given it up? He placed his hand over hers, not to hold her in place—powerful as he now knew she was, he doubted he could have done so—but to offer reassurance. He was here, he wasn't leaving. “Please.”

Her chin trembled. “I gave him a year on earth, unimpeded, to do as he wished.”

“Oh, Kadence,” Geryon said, knowing the other gods would have to honor her bargain—and would make her suffer for it. Everything inside him rebelled at the thought. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“To save you. To save me. To save the world beyond our reach. I could think of no other way. A single year to wreck his havoc seemed a small thing to trade in comparison to an eternity of demons roaming free.” Her mouth opened, but rather than words she gave a pained cry. Quick as a snap, her skin bleached of color and she doubled over.

Concern instantly rocked him. “What's wrong, sweet? Tell me.”

“The demons…they're at the wall. They're…they're killing me.”

Had Lucifer told the demons of her bond to the wall? Kadence wondered, pain slicing through her. Rather than come here to fight, they had gone there. Knowing she would weaken, die? Or, perhaps they had hoped to draw Geryon to them, leaving her here, alone and seemingly vulnerable to ambush. Or did they want
her
to come to them? So many alternatives.

The prince probably found the entire situation vastly amusing. He probably—a thought took root in her mind, nearly paralyzing her. If she were killed, he could have more than the agreed upon year on the earth, bartering for souls, causing untold havoc. He could have forever, if he so desired, and he could bring his demons with him, ruling his minions
and
humans.

He was a god, a brother to the sovereign. There was no guarantee he would be captured and sent back.

Of course, his betrayal of her hinged on whether or not he thought he could force his demons to obey him out in the open. Unless…was
she
the payment for their cooperation? If they
didn't
know she was bound to the wall, Lucifer could “kill” her when it fell to prevent her from chasing them. They'd be grateful to him, might in turn pledge their continued allegiance to him.

Oh, gods. The possibility sickened her, for if it was true she had unwittingly helped him every step of the way.

He desired the wall's protection, she reminded herself.
At first
, common sense piped up.
That doesn't mean he desires it now
.

For reasons that had nothing to do with her internal pain, she couldn't quite catch her breath.
What kind of fool am I
? She was so ashamed. So foolish.

“Kadence, speak to me. Tell me what's wrong,” Geryon insisted. He popped to his knees and swung around, kneeling between her legs. One of his claws gently, tenderly brushed away the damp hair clinging to her brow.

Her gaze lifted to his. Seeing him with so much concern in his beautiful brown eyes, she could not regret the choices she'd made. No matter what happened, he would be free. This proud, strong man would finally be free.

“I…am…fine,” she managed to gasp out. Gods, she felt shredded inside, as though her organs were being ripped to ribbons.

“No, you're not. But you will be.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the back. To a room the owner must have used. He laid her on a thin pallet. “May I?” he asked, lifting the amethyst that housed his soul.

She had planned to present it to him once their mission was completed, a gift for his aid, but she nodded. Right now, there was a good chance she would not complete anything.

Slowly, carefully, he worked the stone from around her neck and placed it over his heart. His eyes closed. He was probably unsure what would happen. And at first, nothing did. Then, in gradual degrees, the jewel began to glow. A frown pulled at Geryon's lips, and he grunted. “Burns.”

“I'll hold it for y—”

The glow exploded into a thousand pinpricks of light, and he roared, loud and long.

After the last echo sounded, everything quieted. The lights faded. Only the chain that had held the jewel remained in his hand.

His frown was lifting into a smile as his eyes opened. But when he studied his arms and then his body, the frown returned, deeper, more intense. “I should have…I did not…I had hoped to return to my former visage.”

“Why?” She loved him, just as he was. Horns, fangs, claws and all. Wait—loved? Oh, yes. She loved him. She had considered it before, but had discarded the idea. Now, there could be no discarding. The emotion was there, undeniable as Death stared her in the face.

No man had ever been more perfectly suited for her. He was not disgusted by her nature, he reveled in it. He did not fear what she could do, but found pride in it. He delighted her, amused her, tempted her.

“It is my hope that…that…” He gulped. “If you bond with something else, something besides the wall, perhaps your ties to it will lessen and your strength will return. Perhaps the pain will ease.”

Something else? “You?” she asked, suddenly breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with pain.

“Yes. Me.”