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I rolled my eyes. “And I always knew you were full of yourself, Ruin.”
His laugh bounced against the stark white and silver walls, and I didn’t miss how far Nadia’s eyebrows rose on her forehead. Most people didn’t speak to the high demon lord that way.
“Prepare the spell, Nadia,” Denton instructed, securing the middle button on his lab coat and smoothing the white material. “What do you need Estella and me to do?”
Nadia waved her hand to a canvas bag on the counter where long, accordion tubes that looked like silver worms ran from a machine into the ceiling. “Get the black candles and help me light them.” She opened a wooden box and pulled out a vial of fuchsia liquid. “Here is the Tempest Miserae.”
Ruin took the potion from her. “I’ll give it to Tate.”
My pulse elevated as the situation sank in. Was I really about to ingest some magical bullshit that would hurt like hell, leaving me at the mercy of the demon lord, a witch, and two other demons?
“If at any time you want to stop the spell, you can, but the potion will take longer to run its course.” As Ruin uncorked the small glass bottle, a puff of pink smoke drifted out. “Are you sure about this?”
“Let’s just get it over with,” I muttered.
Before I could sit up, Ruin’s long fingers slipped under my head and tilted it up. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.” He licked his lips, flashing his silver tongue ring.
Butterflies zipped through my stomach. This damn demon oozed sex almost as bad as Fane. Maybe in some ways, he was worse. The silky-smooth lord could trick you into giving him anything. You’d never see the dangerous spikes in Ruin until it was too late. Fane was blunt and rough. You knew exactly what you were getting into when he put that blade to your throat. And you’d still surrender anyway.
Nope. Fane was worse.
Ruin pressed the bottle to my lips and tipped it, a bittersweet liquid gliding over my tongue. My blood hummed as the magic entered my system. “Good girl,” he crooned.
That didn’t have the same effect as it did coming from Fane.
I lifted my hand and flipped him off. “I’ve got your good girl right—”
Fire erupted in my center, and a gasp stole the rest of my words. My back arched off the table as the Infernal Sol reacted with the Tempest Miserae.
Holy shit. It did not like that potion.
Ruin cursed. “That was fast.”
Nadia came into view, her irises already glowing violet. “I made it extra potent.”
My hands curled into fists as heat swept through my insides. “Start the damn spell.”
The witch held her hands over the tattoo on my torso and did some kind of weird swirling motion as she hummed under her breath. “Fire and flame unite with flesh and blood.” She grabbed a knife and pricked her finger, drawing something in blood below my ribs.
Ick.No one said anything about blood.
“Honor my request. Give me what I ask. By the sun and stars. Darkness is ours.”
Electricity crackled in the air, and my scalp prickled as my hair stood on end. A few months ago, even the thought of having a spell performed on me would have sent me into a cold sweat. Now, I ignored the unease trying to claw forward. Getting this amulet out trumped my fears.
Buzzing filled my ears as Denton appeared over the table, his complexion so dark compared to the white and silver surroundings. Nadia directed him to grab the black candle, and he tipped some of the wax into the bronze bowl she chanted over near my feet. Estella flanked the witch’s side with a jar of murky gray liquid, and Nadia motioned for her to pour the contents into the bowl.
Sweat beaded my skin, and a dribble leaked down my throat and between my breasts. Ruin licked his lips like he wanted to lick me.
The demon lord had no shame.
Nadia continued her incantations. “Release the ancient power so strong. Will it to part from this vessel.”
My blood boiled as if hot lava filled my veins, and I arched off the table again, choking back a scream. The room blurred, and red flashed over my vision.
“Break the bind. Unravel the twine.”
The amulet vibrated within me and pressed against my flesh. My fingers dug into the metal table, my nails scraping the surface.Son of a bitch, this hurt.
