Semua Bab Red Rover: Bab 41 - Bab 50

By the time the sun starts to dip below the horizon, I get a mindlink from Gregory.The potion is ready.Alright. We’ll get everyone together and prepare to leave within the hour, I respond.Turning to my mate, I say, “They’re ready. I told Gregory to expect us in an hour.”He nods, already mindlinking the others—his eyes distant, jaw set.Huitzilopochtli watches us, palms out in a helpless gesture. “I wish I could do more, but I cannot enter Selene’s realm unless she invites me directly. The only reason this spell may work for you is because you belong to that realm. That’s where your soul returns. And your mate’s will follow.”“Any advice that might help us?” I ask.“She’s arrogant,” he replies. “Rightfully so—but it’s made her reckless. She toys with her prey. It makes her inattentive. Hide your diamond swords until the last moment. Catch her off-guard.”He’s trying to help. I can see it in the way he keeps shifting his weight, eyes shadowed. But his concern says it all—this is a su

Seeing Arya fall from that height would’ve made my heart stop—if I still had one that beat.I sprint toward her, fast as I can, but she crashes to the ground in a bone-jarring thud. Still, I grab her and drag her out of the way before Ītzpāpālōtl’s taloned feet can slice through her. She’ll heal—she’s a werewolf and a demigod—but that only matters if she lives long enough to do it.Once she’s clear, I glance up and see Devin still clinging to the death goddess’s hair, hanging on with everything he’s got.“Do it, Devin! Strike!” I shout. It’s now or never. We won’t get another shot. She’s already adapting to the magick the witches are throwing at her, and several of Arya’s family members are down from getting too close.I watch Devin pull back and drive his dagger into the soft, vulnerable flesh at the joint of her wing.Ītzpāpālōtl shrieks—a high, unholy sound that pierces the sky and vibrates in my bones. Bright red light shoots from her eyes, nose, and mouth as her body collapses.De

Nathan’s words from last night keep playing on a loop in my head, and the fact that I don’t know whether or not to believe him is keeping me wide awake.After he pulled me away from Bella, he led me into one of the plane’s bedrooms—seeking privacy, I assume. But it felt far more intimate than it should have. Thank Hecate I had the sense to wear my descenting panties and pack extras. Because that kind of proximity, that kind of setting? It put all kinds of thoughts into my head.“Nyx, I… I wanted to talk to you about our bond,” Nathan had said.And my heart had dropped straight to my stomach.“I get it,” I told him before he could go any further. “You never would’ve chosen this. You want to end it as soon as we free Selene. That’s part of why I’ve been working so hard to get us to the gods. Once she’s out, we can fully reject each other and be done.”I tried to keep my voice flat, emotionless. I didn’t want him to hear how much it hurt.But then he stepped into my space, hands on my sho

When we land in Norway, cars are already waiting. We’re meeting the fae and other shifters about an hour from here, and then we’ll head to the gates of Valhalla.“How has Hermes left the door open for us?” Kai asks.“He put a wedge in it that’ll respond to his magic. Magic he embedded in my soul,” I reply, remembering the searing agony when he shoved a piece of himself into me.I saw everything. His endless years, his victories, his failures. What he wants. What he loves. What he’s terrified of.But it wasn’t just him giving me part of himself—he took part of me too. And those pieces? They want to be back together. That’s part of what I need to talk to Jacob and Alexander about.Hermes didn’t just make me his messenger.He made me his mate.But I’m not throwing that bomb without Hermes in the room. We’re going to figure this out together.Right now, we’ve got other shit to handle.The witches and wolves load into two big passenger vans. We grab fast food on the way—by the way, European

I really think I’ve accidentally gotten high. I’m in the actual Underworld, standing beside Hades and Persephone. We went to literal Greek paradise to find Odysseus. Like, that Odysseus. Hero of the Trojan War. Supposedly one of the smartest mortals who ever lived.Tell me that doesn’t sound like an acid trip.“Why do we need Odysseus?” I ask.“He and Dante are the only mortals who’ve ever entered Tartarus and made it out,” Lord Hades replies. “Dante’s no fighter. Odysseus will keep you safe while guiding you.”“Come! We must hurry!” Persephone urges again.Odysseus grabs a walking stick from inside his door. “I am ready.”“I can transport you to the edge of the Asphodel Fields,” Hades says. “That’s where you’ll find the entrance to Tartarus. Good luck, heroes. For all our sakes, I hope you make it.”With a flick of his wrist, we’re whisked away. Now we’re standing in a massive gray field, surrounded by specters shuffling around like bored ghosts at a DMV. Above us, stalactites hang fr