Page 110 of Savage Fate

I would have been more suspicious if I hadn’t been so distracted by the Infernal Sol.

My body ached to have the stone back inside of me, where it belonged.

I shoved my trembling hands into my pockets before Hawk noticed. Maybe a drink would take the edge off.

A dark voice in my head laughed.

Nothing will ease your insatiable hunger except me.

I hated the demon amulet as much as I wanted it back.

“I hope Wrath can give us some information,” Hawk said. “He’s got to know more about this demon amulet than most. His brother was totally obsessed with it.”

Fane left Mohan Wilds to track down a lead on the demon rituals The Collective was performing while Hawk and I paid Wrath a visit.

“Let’s go find him.” I grabbed Hawk’s hand and towed him toward a door leading to a private balcony where Ruin used to perch and watch the dance floor.

Colorful lights reflected off slick tables, glistening geodes decorating the walls, and numerous waterfalls. The club’s cave-like décor was like no other. The place was fascinating and a little creepy. What had inspired Ruin to create this concept?

I probably didn’t want to know.

When we reached the door, a familiar silver-haired demon appeared in front of it, his jaw dropping at my appearance.

“Who the hell let you in here?” I snarled.

Perry, Ruin’s assistant, showed his palms. “Logan and Wrath let me stay.”

“Bullshit!” My talons pushed against my fingertips. “You helped Ruin torture shifters and demons. And you lied to all of us about it.”

The high demon shook his head. “I didn’t have a choice. Ruin would have killed me if I spilled his secrets.” He gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Who do you think gave Wrath access to the other labanddistracted Ruin so you could uncover the truth?”

Hawk crossed his arms and glared at the demon guarding the door. “Is Wrath up there?”

When Perry nodded, I pushed past him, opened the door, and bolted up the narrow flight of stairs with Hawk on my tail. Before my claustrophobia could suffocate me, we busted into the lounge where I first fought Venna.

Such lovely memories.

Logan and Wrath stood by the small bar, their expressions tense while they hovered over a tablet. It only took a few moments for them to notice us.

A smile broke over Logan’s face. “Roomie!” He met me in the center of the room and pulled me into a bear hug so tight I could hardly breathe. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m always glad to see you.” My voice was muffled in his chest. “But you’re going to have to let me go so I can breathe.”

He withdrew and allowed me to untangle from his embrace. “Fane told us you were coming.” He nodded toward Hawk. “And how’s my favorite raven? Get that fiery Mina on a date yet?”

Hawk grinned. “It’s only a matter of time.”

Wrath set the tablet down and strode behind the small bar, where bottles clinked as he whipped up some drinks. “Thank you for the interruption. I couldn’t take much more of Logan’s incessant nagging.”

The other high demon flipped him off. “You say nagging. I say helping.” He turned to me. “I want to create my own version of Soulvation but with consent from everyone involved.”

My smile vanished. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Logan. Plus, you don’t have the Infernal Sol, and neither do I.”

“But I already have some samples of your soul when you had the amuletandall of Ruin’s research.” His eyes grew wild with excitement, but something else was also there. Hope. “I’m an alchemist and a damn good one. I have to at least try.”

“I doubt you’ll find any willing shifters to offer up a sample of their soul.” Wrath passed Hawk and me colorful cocktails, jalapeños dancing in the bottom of mine. “And you’d have to find demons willing to be kept under observation for an extended period.”

Hawk sipped his drink. “It definitely sounds like an uphill battle. But if it leads to demons coexisting safely with humans, I’m on board. The ravens would back this.”

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