I got up from the bed and opened the door in one simple swing, ignoring that I had no clothes on and my cock was painfully hard.
Lagus looked pale for a man who was murdered centuries ago, maybe he knew I was ready to repeat the act. His dull brown eyes found my cock quickly and he choked on his own saliva.
“I’m so sorry, my lord, so sorry…” he started, covering his eyes.
“Tell me now.” My voice was so powerful it vibrated the walls.
I watched as a lump worked in his throat. “They escaped, my lord.” And then he lowered his hands down. “Cassandra and Adrian.”
The door of the lavatory opened at that moment and I heard the air escape my wife’s lungs. “What?”
Lagus recoiled when I growled but it wasn’t him I wanted to kill anymore. I stepped from the bedroom, eating the space as my head worked double time trying to understand how anyone could leave the underworld.
It wasn’t possible.
People never escaped. This was their final stop—their last resting place.
“How can someone escape? Why?” She sounded close to tears and out of breath.
I turned to her when I realized she followed me in my haste, without shoes and with only a simple black shift dress on. She was running to catch up with me. I shook my head and with one fluid motion without losing a step, I scooped her to my side, her legs closing around my thick waist as one of her hands held onto my neck and the other rested on my chest.
“No one can leave.”
“Not through the secret passage if they don’t look back?”
“What?” I could barely hear her over the sound of my hooves on the floor. I knew people couldn’t escape; they never did. That wasn’t how it worked. This was hell.
“There’s an old Greek legend about the underworld. You can leave if you make it all the way up without looking back. And if you don’t eat the pomegranate or something like that.”
Lagus came right to our side. “She’s right, my lord. There’s a legend.”
“About pomegranates.”
“About the secret passage,” Pilar corrected.
I huffed under my breath and changed course. We crossed the palace and didn’t stop at the throne room. Right beyond the rooms hidden under the stairs was the room of beginning to end.
I stopped at the wood doors and turned to Lagus. “Gather the Brumas, I want them sweeping the underworld. I’m done with people leaving. This ends today.”
Lagus looked terrified, his knees shaking unmistakably. As soon as he scurried off down the corridor, I opened the doors and let the darkness embrace us.
With Pilar perched by my side, I used my other hand to grab a torch and slowly went down the stairs. I had no problem navigating the dark, but I knew by the way she sucked in a breath, she preferred to see where we were going.
“Tell me about this legend,” I asked her.
“I don’t remember much about it. I wasn’t that big into Greek mythology, but I read a dirty book once about a couple who made it out of the underworld and it talked about the legend.”
I groaned, feeling my cock stir again. “Now I want to know about the dirty book.”
Her laugh was music, and she rested her head over my shoulder.
“Vic?”
“Hmm?”
“Where are we going?”
“There’s a place here where everything starts and everything comes to die.”