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And I’d pay any price, even my own soul.

My soul might be the very thing the amulet had always wanted.

Chapter

Thirty-Six

Like shaking hands with the Devil to seal a deal, I reached for the Infernal Sol and allowed it to fully take over. Dark, intoxicating power flooded me so violently that I slammed against the demon holding me from behind.

Finally.

The voice whispering in my head grew louder until it sounded like screaming.

No. I was the one screaming.

And then laughing.

The calm me was gone, surrendering to the amulet. Crimson bled along the edges of my vision as bloodlust and violence consumed me. The royal demon’s gaze flicked in my direction, taunting me as he drew the little wolf boy’s soul out.

He knew I thought fondly of the kid, so he intentionally provoked me.

Did he know nothing of this power? The power that now controlled me?

The Infernal Sol was no longer in the passenger or driver’s seat. It was the car, speeding towards a head-on collision with the demons who thought they could attack this home.

They would regret ever coming near this family.

The coppery tang of blood oozed over my tongue, and soon, it wouldn’t be my own. That taste would belong to my fallen victims.

As I looked back at my beast, still banging his fist against the witch’s barrier, his voice penetrated my mind.

“Tate? Talk to me. Are you still in there?”

My lips curved into a wide grin. “Don’t worry, beast, we’re together now, as one. I am her, and she is me. The girl goes nowhere. You’ll see. You’ll learn to enjoy us.”

The color drained from his carved cheeks. “Come back to me, Tate.”

“But she’s already here.” I chuckled and focused my attention on the demons holding me captive. “Do you believe in nightmares?”

One on the left sneered. “Shut up and get on your knees. It’s time to make you watch your little friend die.”

“I won’t be the one dying.” Now that the amulet wasn’t being tampered down, my strength magnified, and I yanked out of their hold, surprising them. My movements were swift as I decapitated two demons.

“You little?—”

The one that had held me from behind froze as I breached his mind and pulled out a collection of fears.

“So many to choose from.” I rubbed my hands together, smearing black blood. “You’re all alone with the scourge of the fire pits attacking you.”

My head tilted back, and laughter poured out as the demon hallucinated a dozen grotesque monsters from the fire pits of the Underworld converging on him. He swiped his claws at the other demon, slicing into his flesh.

His screams made my heart flutter.

But I couldn’t linger. Little wolf didn’t have much time.

As they held my little wolf down, I marched toward the royal and dux demon. He barely struggled beneath them, weakened by the loss of his soul. Blood oozed out of his side where the dux demon had sliced him.

He’d get a wound just like that and then some.

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