The Darkest Torment. Gena Showalter

acquire the ability to flash?”

      “Today. A...gift from Hades.”

      Amun stiffened, as if he could see into Baden’s head. Hell, he probably could.

      “Did the H-bomb do something to you?” Paris demanded. “Say the word and we’ll take him out right along with his degenerate son.”

      “Speaking of Lucifer,” Kane said, waving Baden over. “We’re in the process of creating a step-by-step plan to ensure his downfall.”

      “Right now, we only have step one. Break into his dungeon to liberate Cronus and Rhea.” Josephina rubbed her belly. “They know too much about you guys. Your weaknesses, your needs. We can lock them in our dungeon.”

      It was never a good idea to allow one of your enemies to be controlled by another of your enemies. But recently, Cronus, the former keeper of Greed, and Rhea, the former keeper of Strife, had been beheaded. The self-touted gods had been given a pair of serpentine wreaths, but theirs had come from Lucifer. Hades had not performed an exchange.

      “Don’t go after the Titans,” Baden said. “Not yet. They’re likely enslaved to Lucifer.” The way he and Pandora were enslaved to Hades. They might have powers—and desires—the Lords knew nothing about.

      “I don’t see the problem.” Sienna moved beside her man. The slender woman had curly dark hair and a freckled face. The enormous black wings arching above her shoulders gave her a regal and slightly wicked quality. “An enslaved man is a weakened man. There’s no better time to nab them.”

      No! Baden refused to believe her assertion. He was enslaved, but he wasn’t weak. “Just...trust me on this. Lucifer might want you to rescue the pair. Let me do a little digging first.” He knew the first place to use his shovel. Though Keeley was currently shacked up with Torin, the keeper of Disease, she’d once been engaged to Hades. “Where’s the Red Queen?”

      “With the artifacts,” Haidee said. “Why do you—”

      Baden strode into the hall before she could finish, and the beast roared with displeasure.

      Never leave an enemy behind.

      I didn’t. I left friends.

      He tuned out the shouts of denial, reaching the artifact room without incident.

      Keeley was pacing. She stomped past the Paring Rod, the Cage of Compulsion, then turned and stomped past them again, twisting the Cloak of Invisibility between her fingers.

      “I can’t find dimOuniak, and if I can’t find it, I can’t find the Morning Star,” she muttered. She was a beautiful woman who changed colors with the seasons. Summer had given her pink hair with streaks of green and eyes the color of an afternoon sky. “I have to find the box. I have to find the Morning Star. What am I missing? What am I doing wrong?”

      Baden knew the danger of startling this woman who had powers beyond imagining, but cleared his throat anyway.

      As she jolted, a lightning rod of pain sliced through him.

      The beast kicked up another fuss, demanding Baden slay her.

      He should thank her. She could have done far worse damage to him. This? This was nothing.

      “Baden?” She blinked with confusion.

      Forced inhale...forced exhale. “The wreaths have made me a slave to Hades.”

      “Uh, yeah.” She flipped the long length of her hair over her shoulder, the action wholly feminine, hiding the otherworldly strength she somehow managed to contain inside such a fragile-looking frame. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

      She’d known? “It is. To me.”

      “If you didn’t want to be Hades’s yes boy, why did you accept his wreaths?” She anchored her hands on her hips. “You could have remained Lucifer’s yes boy.”

      When she’d appeared with Hades, she’d said, This season’s hottest accessory! You’ll never regret the decision to wear them. You have my word.

      His jaw clenched so forcefully his teeth ached. He reminded her of her promise.

      “I said that?” She shrugged. “Wow. You’re gullible. But, uh, I’m certain I calculated the odds of something bad happening to you.”

      Oh, really. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d love to hear your math.”

      “Well, if you have two wreaths and one immortal, how many problems will he face? Gold. Obviously. Because the heart bleeds secrets and doggies have claws.”

      How did Torin remain sane when conversing with her? On top of being crazypants from centuries of captivity, she had a shit memory. She’d existed since the dawn of time and had often referred to her mind as a corkboard with too many pictures attached. Some things were hidden by others.

      Focus on the task at hand. “Are Cronus and Rhea now controlled by Lucifer?”

      “Oh, yes.”

      Finally. A coherent answer.

      “But the blind cannot lead the blind.”

      An-n-nd back to square one. Lucifer, Cronus and Rhea were not blind. Baden switched routes. “Hades commanded me to fetch a coin.”

      “Well, don’t look at me for a loan.” She held her hands up, palms out, and backed away from him. “I might beat you with a pillowcase full of quarters, but I’ll never share a penny.”

      “I’m not asking for money. I’m asking for information.” He had to tap into the vast ocean of her knowledge. Somehow. “Think. Why would Hades want a specific coin?”

      “Is he broke, too? Prick! If he steals the diamonds I stole, I’ll remove his testicles. Again!”

      Calm... “Listen carefully, Keeley. A human male has Hades’s coin, and Hades wants this most special coin back. Does it have unusual powers?” Could Baden use it to his advantage?

      She blew him a kiss. “I’m mighty and fearsome. Immortal royalty! I don’t concern myself with mortal affairs.”

      Steady... “Forget the human.” For now. “I’m supposed to remove the tongue of a siren. Why would Hades command me to do such a gruesome task?”

      “Hello! Because two tongues are better than one.”

      Destruction shoved a roar out of Baden’s mouth as a memory rose...Keeley hovering in the air, her hair such a dark red the strands resembled rivers of blood. Others hovered in the air around her, their bodies taut, their limbs shaking...their lips parted in an endless scream.

      One by one, the men and women burst apart, pieces of flesh and viscera raining down on him—on the beast. Blood splashed him, the only man left standing.

      She smiled at him. “Better?”

      “Much.” He clapped, proud of her, but also leery. If her power increased any more, she would be able to defeat him.

      All threats had to be eliminated.

      Fingers snapped in front of Baden’s face, and he blinked, returning to the present.

      “Hey!” Summer Keeley looked him over. “You went zero dark thirty on me.”

      “I’m not sure you understand the term—never mind. I apologize.” The beast had known and admired Keeley. Must have met her through Hades...must have been friends with Hades?

      No better time to dispose of a future threat. Even if the threat is an ally.

      Suddenly Baden’s hands ached to wrap around her neck and squeeze.

      Her spine will break as easily as a twig.

      Horrified, he stepped out of reach. William had spoken true. One day, he would snap; he would be hated. The guilt he carried now would not compare to the guilt he carried then.