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A wry grin, which made my knees even softer than they already were, spread across Tanael's face.
"As you noticed yourself, that part isn't true," he remarked with amusement.
"Then tell me how you really got here?" Annoyed that he found this situation funny, I walked to the wing chair and drank the drink while waiting in one go. I needed something to calm my nerves now.
"I was banished as punishment."
"Banished?" I gazed at him, surprised, but he avoided my eyes and nodded silently.
"For what? What terrible thing have you done that you, the God of the First Light, have been banished to the underworld?"
"I loved the wrong creature," he whispered, and the pain on his face made him so human and fragile that I realized it was not my right to keep questioning him like that.
"One last question," I announced.
Tanael looked up. He almost seemed worried with his furrowed brow.
"Have you cast a spell on me? Or why am I so abnormally calm, although you tell me I'm in Lucifer's mansion in the underworld?" A small hysterical laugh accompanied this sentence. But Tanael was not put off by it.
He carefully took my glass and walked to the bar, where he refilled it. Meanwhile, I had dropped into the wing chair. Encouragingly, he gave me the drink, which I identified as whisky.
"I didn't cast a spell on you. This calm is triggered by Hecate's medicine. You didn't cope well with the death of your fiancé at all, and we had to take action," he summarized the part of the last few days that I didn't remember. The only thing I couldn't forget was the darkness surrounding me.
Alex. He and our argument had been the catalyst for this conversation.
"What exactly is the possibility you were talking about? The reconciliation thing, I mean," I stammered. I quickly downed the second drink.
"The dead go to the underworld. I can take you to him," growled Tanael indignantly. What had gotten into him again?
"I don't want you to accompany me there," I said defiantly, jutting my chin. His lousy mood also turned my anger into a sea of flames again.
"Then you probably won't be able to go because only a god can take you there." He glared at me defiantly.
But I couldn't admit defeat and put all my eggs in one basket.
"Just a god or a goddess?" I asked innocently.
His eyes darkened as he realized what I was getting at. Tanael didn't answer my question, and I knew I had won.
"I will go with Hecate to that place. Wherever it may be." I grinned triumphantly.
Coldness reached his irises. He looked at me impassively.
"Whatever you say. So, you're going with the Goddess of Magic and Necromancy to search for your dead fiancé. I'm sure you'll get along famously."
Maybe I hadn't thought the whole thing through in as much detail as I should have. Nervously, I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat as I thought of the silver-eyed woman floating through rooms in her own creepy way.
Of course, I wasn't allowed to show this to the man in front of me, who was watching me shrewdly.
I held out my empty glass with a sugar-sweet smile.
"I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun," I whispered and was infinitely grateful when he smiled and refilled my drink.
"Now that we've sorted that out, I'm sure you'd like to go back to bed, wouldn't you?" the God asked me after I had emptied my third glass.
"No," I replied firmly. "First, I want to know what's happening with my family and where my friends are."
I looked at him expectantly. Sighing, Tanael ran his fingers through his blond hair and closed his eyes briefly. Apparently, I was annoying him, and that made me very happy. Let him suffer a little. After what he had done to me, it served him right. And even a banishment for love was no excuse for such behavior.
