I dodged it easily, bounding up the dais steps to the queenly bed, my nails raking the sheets, shredding them as I propelled myself over to the other side. I laid myself flat as another explosion hit above my head, narrowly missing the lit chandelier. The ceiling shook so hard wax flowed like rain, coating the ruined sheets. Not a great place for a chandelier if you weren’t a sadist.
“You can run all you want, but I will find you,” Selene declared as she stalked closer. “If I’m forced to, I’ll blow this place sky high. This is my least favorite home.” Disgust radiated from her voice. “It’s primitive and unclean. I reserve it for prolonged tortures and punishments only. You will die and I will regenerate.”
“You won’t be regenerating, Selene,” I called. “You’re going to wake up in hell once I’m finished with you. Isn’t that where leather-clad goddesses who sell their souls are thrown? The Underworld is itching for you to begin your work-study program and I’m here to make sure you to fulfill your duties. I’m sure the demons are rubbing their greedy little hands together as we speak.”
“I am not going anywhere near the Underworld,” she sneered as she came to a standstill below the dais. “I owe the demons nothing. The winged devils failed to do their job, so the deal is void. The demons have gone back on their agreement, so I am free of my debt.”
“I think you’ve overlooked a loophole in your contract, Selene. Tsk-tsk.” I lifted my head above the mattress. “You should’ve hired a good lawyer and paid attention to the fine print.”
“There was no loophole!” she raged as another spell raced from her fingers. The mattress exploded as I leapt down the steps, rounding the back of the dais.
“I incinerated your pets with my blood as they fed on me,” I taunted. “They turned to ash.” It was more like thick resin, but ash sounded more dramatic. “They didn’t pop back home to regenerate, they just… died.”
“Impossible.” Her fury shook things. Equipment lining the walls and chairs rocked in place. Selene was finally showing her true age. “What you say is impossible. Even I could not kill a beast from the Underworld on this plane.”
“Do you see any around here?” I mocked, glancing around as I lifted my head above the dais. “You’d think, with the steep payment of your soul, they’d be here.”
“Bitch!” she screamed, lunging for me, the rest of the bed exploding, sending cotton and splinters from the demolished headboard in every direction. I dodged the mess and ran, still heading away from Rourke. She turned, snarling, fingers waving again. “I will boil your body from the inside out.” Her voice held more madness than I’d heard before. She was becoming unhinged. That could only help me. “I will deliver pain and agony unlike any you ever thought to imagine. You will beg me for mercy.” Her porcelain features were harsh, making her look like the scary doll in the attic come to life.
My wolf snarled, readying for a fight. “You’re the one who’s going to beg, Selene,” I replied, scanning the cave above me, searching for my next move.
I spotted what I was looking for and smiled.
I love you; you know that, I told my brother. You get the hero award tonight.
Feeding a vamp actually wasn’t that bad, he said. Once you get used to it. I felt his emotions roil in my blood. He wasn’t lying, but it had taken everything he had to do it and I loved him for it.
I’ll get Selene to come this way. She’s losing her mind. This hasn’t gone according to her plan. You guys do the rest.
He nodded. Next to him Naomi’s stood, her face a mask of hate, all of it focused on Selene.
“After you die a painful, agonizing death, I’m going to take your mate to bed,” Selene announced, all her energy focused on me, just where I wanted it. “I’ll start by running my tongue over his chest—”
“That sounds lovely, but the party’s over, Selene,” I replied. “And the only one who will be licking Rourke’s chest will be me.”
I turned toward my brother and sprang, hitting the wall and bouncing off a large boulder. Selene turned toward me, coming forward just as I knew she would, her face contorted in a blind rage right as something whizzed through the air.
And pierced her right between the eyes.
25
One of Aunt Tally’s darts, the orange one specifically, stuck straight out of Selene’s forehead.
She had collapsed on impact. It was a sleeper. And it had worked.
Then Naomi was before me. “We need to work quickly. That spell won’t hold her for long.” Dried blood matted her face and hairline. Cuts and contusions covered her skin, mending quickly, along with a weird mark peeking out on her shoulder where her shirt had torn. “Come,” Naomi urged. “We need to kill her once and for all. Let’s disassemble her body to begin. It might not be enough, but we must try.”