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Agony fisted her heart, so powerful she cried out. “Ares, please—”

“Please?” Pestilence spat. “You should be Satan’s whore. Not the human’s. The Dark Lord would give you the pain you deserve—”

Rapidfire gunshots rang out, and the top half of Pestilence’s head exploded in a grotesque rain of bone, blood, and brains.

“Christ,” Arik said calmly, as he holstered his weapon. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

Pestilence fell backward into the blood-soaked snow, but even as he landed, he opened a gate and hurled his destroyed body through it.

Limos looked over at Arik, who stared at her as if he didn’t know her at all. Anguish squeezed the blood right out of her heart. “I’m sorry, Arik.”

“Oh, Limos,” he murmured. “What have you done?”

Twenty-eight

The rumble started first. Then the confused expressions.

“Oh, Jesus,” Arik said. “Oh, fuck, I said your name.” While he hadn’t been in misery, exactly, it was fair to say he was pained by what had gone down. Damn its cleould g to hell, Limos had gotten him to say her name with a freaking apology, when some of the nastiest, most vicious demons in the underworld couldn’t do it with torture.

Ares had reminded them that her contract with Satan wasn’t broken until they’d consummated the marriage, and now they were screwed.

“We gotta go!” Limos opened a Harrowgate just as the biggest, ugliest beast Arik had ever seen bashed up out of the ice-covered ground. Chunks of frozen earth and ice the size of train cars tumbled through the air and crashed all around them. From inside the keep, the partygoers ran out, prepared to fight.

“Go!” Than shot Arik a do it look, and he nodded, dragging Limos through the portal.

They stepped out in a strange living room decorated like a beach house. “Where are we?”

“My second Hawaiian villa. I wasn’t thinking. I just… I had to get us somewhere.” She swallowed. “Arik, I’m sorry—”

“Sorry? You lied to me, betrayed your brothers, got their families killed, and you’re sorry?”

The floor shook and bucked as she gripped his shirt collar. “Please, Arik, I swear, I meant to tell you…” It felt as if the entire island was rocking, like a lid on top of a boiling pot.

Arik’s adrenaline and sense of self-preservation kicked into high gear. “Doesn’t matter. I have to fuck you. Now.” Yup, that was all kinds of sexy.

Limos didn’t hesitate. Reaching up, she tore her bloody gown from the neck to the hem, ripping it in half. Arik’s breath caught at the sight he was left with, of her in a white, lacy bra, the pearly belt, and thigh-high white stockings. She wore a white garter, which rimmed the tip of one of the stockings mid-thigh.

If things were different, meaning he wasn’t pissed as hell and they didn’t have the king of all demons after them, he’d strip everything else off with his teeth.

A horrifying howl rent the air, and the wall behind him exploded inward. Screaming, Limos opened a gate and dragged him through it. They landed in what appeared to be a jungle, damp, dripping, animals screeching. Limos spun toward him.

“Hurry,” she breathed.

Man, talk about pressure. He was supposed to get it up while demon hordes were trying to kill him, and Satan himself was knocking at the door.

But then Limos dropped to the ground and reached up for him to join her.

In the distance, the rumble started up again.

“Arik.” Limos’s violet eyes were pleading. “He’s coming for me.”

As pissed as he was, as hurt as he was, he still loved her. He wasn’t going to let her be taken. Dropping to his knees, he reached for the chastity pearls, hesitating a centimeter away. “If this doesn’t work—”

Dro"0em" width="27">“It will,” she swore.

“If it doesn’t…” He inhaled a ragged breath. “If it doesn’t, I’m sorry.”

A single tear formed in the corner of her eye and dripped down her cheek. “I’m sorry too.”

Steeling himself, his ears vibrating at what sounded like a freight train bearing down on them, he wrapped his hand around her chastity belt.

And nothing happened.