“Calliope, you’ve grown into a vision.” His gaze roamed over her. “What’s this—do your eyes now match?”
“A contact lens.” Her appearance required approval before she was allowed to mingle with park guests. Her mismatched eyes would never make the cut. “Why are you here?” Take me the hell home. All I want is to go home.
“How about a proper greeting for your betrothed?”
Betrothed. Was she truly still in the running for queen? Her heart tripped, but not because of any lingering love for him.
Lila was in love with the idea of having as much control over her own life as possible. Of not constantly looking over her shoulder for the Møriør.
Being a ruler would give her the most safety and control she could ever hope for. “Are you still my betrothed? I wouldn’t know since I haven’t heard a fucking word from you.”
A hint of a grin played on his lips. “Has little Calliope developed an even tarter tongue since she’s been away?”
Tarter? You have no idea, cousin. Her exile had only fueled her temper.
“And yet I wager it will taste so sweet.” He grasped her shoulders and drew her closer. To kiss her?
She’d wondered what this would be like for far too long. Especially of late. Even when she’d kissed other guys, she’d dreamed of Saetth, unable to deny he was probably her ideal match, socially, royally—and sexually.
Had he imprinted on her in some way?
He leaned down. As their lips made contact, fireworks exploded.
The eight-o’clock fireworks show. Not so much with the kiss. She’d experienced more heat making out with the mortal who played Goofy.
Saetth groaned, slanting his mouth, touching his tongue to hers.
That was better, but nothing she’d write home about. Not that I could ever write home, since it’s in a different godsdamned dimension and they don’t make stamps for that.
She broke away and pushed against his chest.
He wasn’t discouraged at all. Releasing her, he murmured, “Sweet as honey.”
So that was the extent of their first kiss? How . . . anticlimactic.
With a smoldering look, he turned and leaned his elbows on the railing to take in the fireworks blazing across the sky.
She’d seen this show so many times that she knew the purple, red, and blue zigzaggy cascades came next.
“Clever to use mortals as your cover from the archer,” he said. “And to masquerade as a fairy princess is the boldest choice you could have made. Why am I not surprised?”
I can’t believe I just kissed Saetth. “Are you here to take me back or not?”
He straightened and faced her. “I am not.”
She bit back a string of insults. How much longer?
“I traveled here with a friend to discuss something with you. Ah, here she is now.”
A stunning black-haired female with golden eyes strolled out onto the balcony. She rocked a scarlet sheath dress. A live bat perched on her shoulder like an accessory.
Was the creature eating a tuft of cotton candy? A package of it jutted from the woman’s messenger bag.
Saetth said, “Calliope, this is Nïx the Ever-Knowing, the Valkyries’ soothsayer.”
Nïx? She was one of the most famous—or infamous, depending on your alliance—immortals alive. “I’ve read about you in my Book of Lore.” Lila’s only connection to the immortal world, the book updated itself with every major battle or power shift. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Though Nïx was a crucial leader in the Vertas alliance, the Valkyrie was also rumored to be crazy. By way of greeting, Nïx said, “Have you ever wanted to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?”
Huh?
Saetth said, “I think what Nïx means to ask is if you’ve ever wanted to strike back against the Møriør.”
Also known as the Bringers of Doom. “Of course.” Rumor held that those tyrants were journeying from their side of the universe to invade this one. Their archer had already arrived in advance of them.
Since she’d been old enough to understand what a bogeyman was, she’d lived in fear of them all.
Growing in lockstep with her fear was fury, the two emotions seeming entwined. “Not a minute goes by that I don’t think about them. I’ve forfeited so much to remain hidden from their threat.” She pointedly added, “During my exile.”
Saetth arched a blond brow. “I told you that you could return home once you’d made a great personal sacrifice to prove your loyalty. Are you ready to?”
Lila stilled, working to calm her heart rate. She would do anything to live in Sylvan again.
Anything. “Yes, how?”
“Nïx has assured me that victory against the Møriør on a battlefield is impossible, but she’s also provided us a unique opportunity to deal that alliance a blow.”
Nïx drew a dossier from her bag and handed it to Lila.
King Abyssian Infernas, the Devil’s Own. He was the primordial demon of the Møriør alliance. Lila flipped through the pages of the file, skimming a description:
Physically flawless . . . the phrase “handsome as the devil” came about because of comparisons to his notoriously seductive sire . . . aggressively pursued by females . . .
Under the miscellaneous section, she read:
The oldest living demon . . . proficient in all weapons, but has carried the same battle-ax for ten millennia . . . can fell an entire army on his own . . . newly crowned king of Pandemonia, A.K.A. hell.
That fabled realm had always intrigued Lila to a curious degree. “What do you expect from me?” She closed the file. “I’ve never shot a bow or wielded a sword.” Though she didn’t possess fighting skills, she had read widely on the subjects of battle, survival, and weapons.
She could do everything from orchestrating an ambush to constructing a trebuchet—in theory.
“You have three innate advantages that are even more valuable,” Nïx said. “You can read and write his language.” Among many others. They came easily to her. “You developed mental blocks against mind reading when growing up.” For protection at the insidious fey court. “And you are his mate.”
Shock gut-punched Lila. Mate??? She reeled on her feet, latching onto the balcony railing. “No way. There’s no way fate would connect me to one of those monsters.” The thought arose: Maybe my fascination with Pandemonia isn’t so curious. But she quashed it.
“You’re the Devil’s Own’s own,” Nïx said, her eyes glimmering. “You’ll go to hell and use that connection to garner information from him—plans for upcoming battles, details about his alliance, and so on. I’m especially keen to learn about Orion, the Møriør’s leader.”
Go to hell? Reading about and visiting were in no way the same.
Saetth said, “As soon as you’ve uncovered weaknesses, we will extract you.”
Lila’s palm sweated through her opera glove as she gripped the dossier. “You want me to be a spy? This mortal realm is bad enough, but at least I’m not damned.” And mated!
How could fate have screwed her over like this? Lila’s tiara must be on too tight. She’d cut off circulation to her brain or something.