The Darkest Torment. Gena Showalter

care. He closed his eyes and enjoyed a rare and precious moment of peace.

      Only when pots and pans clanged did he snap to attention. Anger burned through him, and Destruction growled. Not a trick, after all. The woman had managed to distract them both without trying. If she had the same power over Hades...

      No wonder the male wanted her silenced.

      Her, an innocent. Guilt razed Baden all over again.

      Can’t afford to lose the game. He still wasn’t convinced Hades would keep his word and free the winner, but right now, he had no solution. He had to participate and buy time.

      Determined, he stalked through the house. He stopped in the kitchen entrance, watching as the woman from his ash-vision dried and stored dishes. She moved slowly and always used both hands—one to hold the dish, the other to feel the cabinets as if...

      She was blind?

      He observed her for several more minutes, just to be sure, and decided, yes, she was blind. Twice, she’d turned in his direction but she’d never displayed a single hint of distress.

      Horror joined his guilt. Hades expected him to mute a blind siren? No. Absolutely not. There were lines one simply didn’t cross. Once you did, there was no going back. No being the man you used to be.

      What if, when Baden returned without the girl’s tongue, Hades sent Pandora to finish the job? Knowing her, she would act without question. She had centuries’ worth of rage trapped inside her.

      Damn it! There was no good option here.

      The siren stiffened, quieted. Her ears twitched. “Who’s there?”

      Now or never. He flashed directly in front of her, wound his arm around her waist and, as she beat at his chest to no avail, flashed her to Hades.

      “I will not hurt her,” Baden announced, and the girl stilled. “You wanted her tongue. Now you have it—attached to her body. If you want to keep it, you will vow not to harm her.”

      The king sat upon the throne, the rest of the chamber empty. “You defy me right out of the gate. Shocking.” Such a dry tone.

      “If you wanted a devoted acolyte, you should have given the bands to someone else.”

      “What I wanted was a minion of darkness. What I got was a pussy! You need to get your shit together.” Hades drummed his fingers impatiently. “I’ll give you one more chance to man up. Let it be known henceforth. Hades, king of the underworld, shall grant his slave Baden one boon, good today only. You may use it any way you see fit. Freedom? A physical body?”

      Baden blinked, and the siren vanished from his arms. Another blink, and she reappeared draped over Hades’s lap. She trembled so violently she might have been having a seizure. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, making him think about the tears Katarina hadn’t shed. A pang in his chest.

      Hades combed gentle fingers through the girl’s hair, his gaze locked on Baden. “I will take her tongue. Unless you use your boon to stop me.”

      Rage—all his own. More guilt. Helplessness. Each bombarded him.

      “Think carefully,” Hades said. “You don’t know the crimes this woman has committed against me.”

      What gives you the right to be judge, jury and executioner?

      “Release her,” he said through gritted teeth. “Vow never to harm her, and never to allow someone else to harm her.”

      Hades arched a brow. “This is your boon? You’re sure?”

      No. No!

      He canted his head in agreement, earning a sigh from the king.

      “I’ll be damned,” Hades said. “You’re the first of my slaves to do so.”

      Others had worn the bands? What had happened to them?

      A twinge of hope. With those few words, the king had revealed more than he’d probably wished. A fact Baden would use to his advantage. He would find the answers—and act.

      Hades’s days as his lord were numbered.

      “I’m disappointed in you,” Hades said. “One day you’ll learn people are never what they seem. Isn’t that right, siren?”

      Her tears dried, and she laughed. “Wow. You really are a pompous dick. Let me up. This position isn’t exactly comfortable.”

      With a fond smile, Hades released her. She slugged him in the shoulder before she stood. Her eyes remained unfocused as she descended the dais steps, counting silently.

      Realization hit. She was blind, but she was no innocent. She was wily as hell.

      “What would you have done if I’d put a blade to her?” Baden demanded.

      “He would have done nothing,” she said, answering for the king. “I would have stopped you.”

      “She’s one of my best fighters.” How proud Hades sounded now.

      People are never what they seem...

      A trick. Only a trick.

      “Await me in my chambers,” Hades told her.

      “Yeah, yeah. I know the drill.”

      Baden snarled at her when she passed him. She sensed his ire and flipped him off, unabashed, as she sailed through the door.

      Were all the tasks Hades assigned him trivial? Or were they tests? What of Aleksander and the coin?

      No, not a test. Baden had scented zero fear from the siren, but Aleksander had projected the emotion from the beginning.

      Hades wanted him to do his bidding, never certain of the reason, never knowing what was real and what was fake. Perhaps so Baden would never scheme to keep something or someone for himself.

      Well, Baden would treat every task with the utmost importance. He would watch and learn. He would find his moment...find a way to beat Pandora and Hades.

      “You’ve made a grave error this day, King.” He spat the title like the curse it was.

      “Or have I learned more about you than you were able to learn about me?” Hades smiled at him. “Consider today’s lessons freebies, Red. The next one will cost you dearly.”

      * * *

      Katarina climbed the balcony wall throughout the night...the morning...cursing the height of the brick that blocked any type of view, hoping to catch the attention of someone else. All the while, she listened for Baden, thinking she’d jump down and dive on the bed when he busted through her blockade. And when he was within reach, she would finally put the nails to good use.

      As she straddled the top of the balcony wall for what had to be the thousandth time, a hard hand wrapped her ankle and yanked. She tumbled into an equally hard chest. A hiss sounded—one she recognized—and strong arms caught her.

      Baden was here!

      He roared like a grizzly bear woken too early from hibernation as he set her away from him. His features tightened with...disgust?

      Definitely disgust. It was his favorite reaction to her.

      “Going somewhere, nevesta?”

      Her blood flash-froze. Keep it together. “Just seeing the sights, kretén.” Asshole.

      “There’s that naughty mouth again.” Sunlight stroked him, unconcerned by the danger he presented. Or the darkness inside him.

      Could she really blame the sun, though? Baden smelled edible. Like honey-and-cinnamon candles set ablaze in the heart of midnight. Delicious and seductive...wanton.

      A killer shouldn’t smell like that.

      “Do you need the elixir?” he asked.

      “Nie.” Soon he would realize the