Nothing, he muttered. He nearly apologized but bit the words back. He would not apologize to this woman. Ever. He had some pride, at least. We’ll waste no more time.
Amun strode to the door and knocked. Behind him, he heard Haidee gasp, her clothes rustling again as if she had pushed to her feet. A few seconds later, the lock clicked from the other side, and the wood squeaked open, revealing the angel Zacharel. Black hair in perfect order, emerald eyes devoid of all emotion. White-and-gold wings arched over his shoulders and swooped down his robed sides.
“Yes,” the warrior said. The greeting should have been inflected with a question, but surfaced as a mere statement.
We are taking you up on your offer of transport, Amun signed.
Zacharel offered no hint of his thoughts. “I’ll gather the necessary supplies. Be ready to leave in five minutes.” With that, the door shut, locked.
Amun rested his forehead on the cool wood, reminded for a moment of Haidee’s skin. Hell. He was returning to hell when he’d sworn never to go back. In a deep, dark corner of his mind, he thought he heard Secrets whimper.
Thousands of years ago, Secrets had fought to escape hell—and won. And yet, Amun kept taking him back. At least the other demons remained calm, neither crying nor cheering in regard to his plans. But then, they were more afraid of Haidee than anything else.
“Why can’t you speak?” she asked, slicing through the tension he hadn’t realized had sprouted anew.
My demon, he replied, offering no more. He straightened and turned to her. Mistake. She had stood, and as always, he was struck by the delicacy of her features, the passion that lurked under her glowing skin. More than that, his mouth watered for a go at those breasts, that stomach, those legs.
He shouldn’t have dressed her in the T-shirt and jeans. He should have dressed her in a shapeless sack.
“Because you carry the demon of Secrets, you can’t speak?”
Yes. Had he ever thought to find himself in this position? Sharing his own inner mysteries with a Hunter?
“I don’t understand. Why does your demon prevent you from speaking?”
She wasn’t curious about him, he knew, but was merely fishing for information to perhaps share with her people. Still. He answered. I open my mouth, and everything the demon has discovered, every dark deed of those around us, every bit of information that could ruin families and friendships, slips out.
“So you can speak?”
What did that matter? Yes.
“But you choose not to?”
Yes, damn it. Why do you want to know?
Amun’s uncustomary outburst didn’t faze her. “It’s just…it’s a good thing you’re doing. Very sweet.”
So unexpected was the praise, he could only blink at her.
“No one else can hear your voice? Inside their head, I mean.”
No. Just you. Bitterness had crept into his tone, and he could do nothing to mask it. Not that he wanted to. Let her hear. Let her know.
Twin pink circles stained her cheeks, and she cleared her throat. She eased back onto the mattress, prim once again. “So how did you guys hook up with angels?”
A change of subject. Wise of her, yes, but foolish of him to offer more truth. A friend of ours married their leader. More like Bianka had claimed Lysander as her property, but Amun wasn’t sure Haidee would understand that kind of sentiment.
“An angel and a demon? Married?”
Pretty much. As stone-cold as Lysander was, the term “angel” seemed just about as appropriate as “fairy godmother.” The term “demon” fit Bianka perfectly, though. Her soul was darker than Amun’s, but in the best possible way. The Harpies were so open, so honest about their mischievous nature, they were a delight to be around. At least for Amun. For a while, he’d even considered pursuing Bianka’s twin sister, Kaia. War had gotten in the way. Speaking of angels, you should know that your precious Galen isn’t one. He—
“Okay, let’s agree right now not to talk about your friends or mine,” Haidee interjected angrily. “It’ll only make us angry with each other. We should focus on the mission.”
So she considered Galen a friend of hers? Of course she did, he thought next, and wanted to punch something. The leader of the Hunters wanted every Lord of the Underworld—excluding himself—dead and buried. Because of Baden, Haidee had to be a prize among prizes for the keeper of Hope. Or was it possible Galen didn’t know who she was?
Amun’s teeth gnashed together—he was doing that a lot lately—grating the top layer into a fine powder, but he nodded. Very well. There will be no talk of our friends.
“I just, I don’t want us to fight,” she said. “And just so you know, Galen isn’t a personal friend.”
“Time is up,” Zacharel’s hard voice proclaimed before Amun could reply.
At the vocal intrusion, he whipped around, at the same time moving in front of Haidee to act as her shield. The door was still closed. He frowned—until the angel simply stepped through the wood, a backpack dangling from his hand.
He’d possessed the ability all along, yet had only now opted to reveal it. Why?
“I will take you to the place your journey must begin,” Zacharel said. As with all angels, there was an undeniable layer of truth in his tone, and Amun couldn’t doubt a single thing he uttered. “But know that Lucifer is angry that he was thwarted in his quest to destroy you and yours through Legion, and will be out for eternal blood. Be wary, trust nothing and no one.”
I never do.
“Except, perhaps, each other,” the angel added.
Amun glanced over his shoulder, and he and Haidee shared a look.
Zacharel nodded in approval. “I can promise you that your last journey through the underworld was nothing compared to what you will soon face. In reparation for his role in Legion’s freedom, Cronus has returned it to its former glory.”
Why would he—?
The angel held up his hand, halting Amun’s tirade. “It was either that, or return Legion.”
He made the right choice, then.
“Let’s see if you still agree when you get there. Monsters you’ve only heard whispered about, you will soon encounter.”
Haidee stood, her cool hands flattening on Amun’s lower back. He had to bite his tongue to stop his moan of pleasure. Finally, contact. He felt as if he’d been waiting forever to feel her, any part of her, again. That she now offered comfort…comforted him.
Gods, he really was pathetic.
You won’t allow any of my friends to follow us? he signed.
“Correct. I will ensure you and the girl remain undisturbed by them.”
Amun took no offense. If anyone could keep the brutes here from getting their way, it was this hard-as-steel creature. Thank you.
“Now. Something else you should know.” A breeze ruffled the golden down streaked through the angel’s wings like a flowing, molten river. “With the changes, there are now six realms you must pass through before you even reach the gate—and the gate is another obstacle altogether.”
Haidee stepped to Amun’s side, but didn’t break contact. “How will we return here when we’re done?”
Zacharel’s green gaze briefly shifted to her. “Should you save Amun, you will have nothing to worry about. Should you not, you will never leave.”
The ominous warning rang through his mind. Then Amun shrugged. They would save him; it was that simple. We’ll find a way, he told Haidee.
Her hands trembled against him, but she said no more.
What about weapons? he signed. Food?