Note: ***Any conversation with [ ] is in a demon's tongue/language, so Adan will have no idea what the conversation is all about*** LUCY. I didn’t mean to kill the dungeon keeper, but the moment I saw Adan chained up to the wall, rage surged within my body. I wanted to crush everyone around us, and the keeper was the closest thing in my grasp. "Then I’ll keep killing anyone that touches him," I answered nonchalantly as I moved in front of where Adan was seated. Adan wasn’t making any noise while I was dealing with the keepers except when he tried to growl at the other prisoners who were gawking and whistling at me earlier. He was quiet - either he was scared or my mate was fascinated. I was assuming it was the latter. Adan was not the type of man who was easily frightened. "I’m warning you, Lucija. You will face my wrath if…" I didn’t hear the rest of Lucien’s words as sparks ignited from my ankle to every part of my body, centering on my core. Adan’s fingers were skimming ag

LUCY. The place felt damp and warm, with no wind blowing at all. I used to be okay in these surroundings, but now I miss the cold wind biting against my skin while I was still in the north. This palace looked dead, but why would I expect more? I trod my way on the usual path that would lead me to Patrea’s stone cottage. She might be a prisoner in this realm, but she was given an option as to what home she would like to have. She told me she had them construct a home that was nearly identical to the one she had in the human realm. She thought she was being clever so it would still feel like home, but it only made her long for her real world. The smell of a freshly cooked home meal whiffed through the air, and I heard my stomach rumbling. My thoughts went to Adan — we both hadn’t eaten dinner, and I was sure he was already hungry by now. It was already almost dawn in the human world, while in this realm, we didn’t have any concept of time. Darkness was everywhere, and the demons and

LUCY. I spent a little more time with Patrea before I bade her goodbye. I wanted to check if my father had left Kalmerus, but I couldn’t reach Lucius’ mind. He was either having orgies or purposefully shutting down his mind from me. And I had no one to ask. I could approach Martin, my father's second-in-command, who served as his butler and beta, but I was sure he would inform my father of my inquiries. So he was not a good option. I just got off the shower and thought maybe I should sleep, but I wanted to see Adan, even just a glimpse of him. I was in my sheer black nightgown that hid nothing at all, and I’d been having the urge to touch myself while thinking of my mate. But a part of me was worried for him. So I sat in the middle of my big bed and crossed my legs while I tried to focus and imagine the Koshior dungeon. If I get this right, I would be able to see what was happening there at the moment. But I couldn’t. I still couldn’t master the ability to see something in anoth

ADAN STONE. "Wrap it up? With you watching? Are you fucking fucked up?" I growled again, my hands coiling into fists. If Lucy were not here, I would be throwing punches at him already. "Lucija, stop me, or I’m going to shred this man into pieces." He hissed at me, his eyes darkening before they blazed red. "Do it then!" I snapped back at him. I knew I could end up dead in seconds, but who the fuck appreciates being disturbed in the middle of having sex? "Can you both calm down?" Lucy let out a loud sigh, making my head snap back at her. "Can you cover yourself!" I growled at her. She was clutching the sheets over her body, but I could still see the roundness of her upper breasts, and I didn’t give a fuck if Lucius was her brother. For all I knew, demons had no concept of incest. "I am covered!" Lucy’s brows furrowed. Lucius flicked his fingers, and soon she had the same bodysuit Lucien gave her yesterday. "Better now?" He mocked me before he shook his head, looking annoyed.

LUCY. My body jolted awake, making my eyes snap open as my heart thudded loudly in my chest. I sat up from lying down with my hands clutching my sheets tightly as I looked around. I’m still in the underworld, and something doesn’t feel right. 'Lucius?' He was my only connection in this place. 'Damn it, Lucija! I’ve been trying to wake you up for an hour now!' He snapped at me, and I knew it had something to do with Adan. 'Where is he? What’s going on?' 'No time to explain! Kosior dungeon, now!' Oh, Goddess! Oh, Goddess! I shoved the blanket off my body and grabbed my robe, wrapping it around me before I closed my eyes and flicked my fingers, hoping against hope that I would end up at the right place. In seconds, I found myself on the stairs that would lead me to Adan’s cell. The smell of blood, sweat, and flesh being burned was swirling around me, making my jaw twitch. I wanted to scream, but I composed myself. I needed to think and act logically, but I swore to the Goddes