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She moans out loud and Adrian shakes his head.
“Trust Carter to ask her to be loud.”
“I know, right, but at least he’ll be quick.”
Rachel’s breathing hitches as she comes, letting out a low moan that seems to echo down the hall.
“Oh, everyone definitely heard that one,” I tell him.
“Probably including the Dark Lord, wherever he is,” Adrian mutters.
Carter moans and hold’s Rachels hips for a second before he lets go, kissing the swell of her ass as he leans down to pull up her panties. He straightens her skirt, and she smooths her hands over her hair.
“Okay, we probably shouldn’t keep anyone waiting,” she says, looking more like she’s ready to collapse into a bed than take on a necromancer and hell’s biggest demon.
I wrap my arm around her, and we get moving.
Chapter Seventy-Two
Rachel
Goddess,Icouldpassout after Carter makes me come. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. Not walking through an illusion that could be hiding a demon, ready to take on a death magic expert and the Dark Lord himself. I hum a little as Silas keeps me from stumbling.
Kind of funny how much a bunch of orgasms can make even the worst situations seem like a breeze.
“Are you guys ready to do this?” Cheryl asks, raising an eyebrow at us.
“Of course,” I tell her, letting go of Silas to give her a hug. “Thank you so much for coming.”
“You know I’d go to hell for you, right?” Cheryl says.
“Well, I do now,” I joke. “But seriously, I would do the same for you.”
“You already did,” she reminds me. “Rachel, Everett would have died if you hadn’t been in that bastard’s house with me.”
I blow out a breath. “Well, since we’re talking about miracles, let’s go pull another one out of our hats.”
I hug Amanda next. “We’ll get out of here, I promise.”
“I know,” she murmurs, giving me a smile.
“Is there a plan?” Noah asks.
“Is there ever?” Carter asks.
“Adrian, you get ready to command the wolves. I’ll lead my coven. We look for an opportunity, and when it comes, we take it. That’s the plan.”
“Great,” Cheryl says, “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Chapter Seventy-Three
Rachel
Theatticislitby thousands of candles. They line the edges of the room, casting shadows across the dusty floor. I move forward, ready to confront the bitch who lured us out here. There’s an open doorway that feels like an oven and looks like a blackhole when we pass it. At the other end of the room, a woman with long dark hair stares at us with hate in her eyes. She motions to someone in the shadows at her right side, as we stop in front of her.
Samuel Madden is thrown forward, tossed in front of us, landing on his knees and breathing in ragged breaths. He looks as if he’s been beaten.
