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“Don’t mind them. That’s Hell and these are the worst of the worst of souls. You know, the rapists and child murders, blah, blah, blah.” He tosses his cigarette on the floor, steps on it, then stomps his boot. “Hey, shut the fuck up. Stop groaning. You aren’t going anywhere.” He gives me a large, toothy smile. “Sorry about that.”
I gulp, knowing I am in way over my head. Nyx would do well here, not that I would ever want him here.
To the left is a room full of arcade games and to the right is a huge bar lined with different paranormal creatures.
In front of us are the bowling lanes. It looks so… normal.
Minus the bowling balls. Every ball is a skull and people use the eye sockets to put their fingers into.
“Want to play?”
“I would rather get down to business,” I say, uncomfortable at the thought of rolling some dead guy’s head down the lane.
“Right. Anwyll’s brother is here. You know what happened to him, right?” Death leans against the bar.
A shifter is behind the bar, making drinks with his arms, but his six other tentacles are pouring beers. Without a word, he slides two glasses down the bar top and Death hands me one.
I take it because I need it.
I down half of it.
“It is a shame he is here, but if Monreaux’s are off limits, why not send him back?”
“Because of the treatment he had for his madness. I did not bring him here, the treatment did. He has to find his way back.”
“Okay? What can I do to help?”
He lowers his voice. “You can’t do anything, but you can get a message to Anwyll. I can’t do it because I have to be careful sending this kind of information. I am doing my best to guide Aziel to a section of purgatory that has a way out. He is searching for something here, someone, and he won’t leave. Not yet. Just tell Anwyll he is okay and to give it time. His brother will come back.”
“I do not understand why you cannot tell him yourself.”
“Because I am not supposed to be helping him at all. Purgatory isn’t easy. You have to kill to stay alive here. Kill or be killed. All that jazz, you know? The longer he stays here, the more anchored he becomes. If he doesn’t start listening, he could bestuck here forever. If Lucifer finds out I am helping him, I could lose my damn wings and I’ll be under this floor.”
“I see. Can I see Aziel myself? Is he here?”
“No. He isn’t here. He is out there, fighting. Something he is way too good at. He’d be a hell of a Horseman.”
“You better not—”
“—I wouldn’t. Just pass the message on, okay?” He pauses, grinning, and setting his drink down. “Our time is up, Prince. See you another time.” He snaps his fingers, and everything morphs to black.
I gasp, bolting into a seated position, my hand to my chest as I awaken from a terrible dream.
“Cailian?” Rarity whispers, rubbing her eyes half asleep. “Cailian?” she shouts, straddling me. “Oh my gods. Nyx! Nyx!” she continues to yell, cupping my face. “You’re alive. You’re here. You’re actually here.” She crashes her mouth to mine, moaning into it before the passionate relief turns into her crying.
“My Snow. I am here. I am here.” I wrap my arms around her, her pain screaming that the dream I had was real.
I had died.
I lean away, sensing something different about her. “Something has changed.”
Before she can answer, Nyx’s presence fills the room, and I turn my head.
“Treasure.”
“Dove.”
He dashes to me, jumping onto the bed, and gathers Rarity and I into his arms. Our dragon sobs, clutching us tighter. I wrap my arms around him in return only to pull away and scramble off the bed.
