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Where was Loki? He’d warned my jailors not to let anyone into this room with an order of “kill on sight.”
But Ares wasn’t just anyone. No one could stop the God of War from getting in here, but Loki had also commanded my jailors to inform him as soon as Ares showed up.
Yet the Prince of Hell was nowhere around.
The bastard had left me to rot.
At least he hadn’t joined Lucifer and Ares in experimenting on me... or had he? He’d probably say anything to get me on his side so he could be the one to break me, as he’d hinted.
But as crazy as it sounded, part of me trusted Loki more than anyone else in Hell, so I screamed his name silently to summon him, hoping that would work.
“How’s your day, Celeste?” Ares asked mildly as if he were my fucking family doctor.
They called me Celeste, believing that giving me a new identity was the first step to bending me.
“How’s my day?” I smiled up at the god. “It couldn’t be better.”
I was no longer cold and full of pain after my Héctor had visited me in the Dreaming, but I was sexually frustrated since this fucking god had pulled me out of the dream right before my orgasm.
Héctor’s scent of cinders, night, forest, and home still lingered in my nostrils. Had he managed to come to me, mate with me, and give me energy in that dreamscape? I ran my tongue around my fangs. It still tasted of him, but there wasn’t a hint of leftover blood in my mouth.
It had been adream,after all, a dream that comforted and boosted me more than anything in my new reality. And I dared not hope for more.
I’d promised never to break.
No torture, starvation, pain, or death could break me.
But hope could.
Despite my insistence it had been a dream, I found that the venom was no longer in my system. I flexed my toes. I could move now.
Secretly I summoned my magic, and it responded. It appeared more than a stuttering ember, unlike before, and it was enraged.
Ares blinked, not expecting me to respond to him like a well-mannered girl or even to beam sweetly at him. A sensual smile tugged his curvy and cruel lips. He thought he’d mellowed me out with his numerous torture sessions.
He probably thought he was the luckiest guy and that I was ripe for him to pluck.
“Are you glad to see me, Prince Celeste?” he asked.
“I’ve been alone so long,” I said, my voice still hoarse, even though I tried to make it sound syrupy.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Celeste,” he said with fake sympathy.
The Olympian gods didn’t have a single sympathetic bone in them. It wasn’t in their genetic makeup.
Even the demigods were constantly struggling with empathy since their godly blood overpowered their humanity. Only when it came to me had they been compassionate, but that was before they’d found out I was the lost demon princess.
“Some alone time has done you good,” Ares said.
My magic quivered at my fingertips, but I held it at bay.
“I’ll get you out of here,” the fucker continued, leering down at me with lust, “if you’ll swear fealty to me and serve me in every way.”
He wanted me to serve him on the battlefield as well as in the bedroom.
“Yes?” I purred.
“Say you’re mine, Princess, and I’ll make you my consort.”
