Inferno of Darkness (Divisa Huntress #2) - J.L. Weil Page 0,6

to her soul.”

Panic raked its nails over my heart.

“I can’t do that.”

“I could help you…?” The queen dangled the offer, taking a step inside the cell, closer to Ashor.

The chains binding him clanged as he surged forward, only to be jerked to halt. His violet eyes were like chips of ice as they reflected in the queen’s own dark gaze. “If you touch her…” Such raw violence oozed from his low warning that I shuddered.

“You’ll what? Destroy me?” The queen smiled, so sure of herself. “I’d like to see you try. You’re not much of a prince without your crown.”

“I don’t need a diadem to know who I am.”

She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. “And do you know who you are? From where I stand, you’ve forgotten everything I taught you.” Like a viper, she struck out, her nail slicing down his cheek.

Ashor didn’t so much as flinch. He was accustomed to pain, to the brutality he was subjected to night after night by his own mother. “On the contrary, I am very much your son. In fact, I have a proposition for you.”

What was he up to? I didn’t like this. Ashor bargaining with his mother. It couldn’t be good. Never strike a deal with the devil, and Kali was damn near the female version of Lucifer himself.

Intrigue shimmered in her obsidian eyes as she raised her slim brows. “I’m listening…”

“If you are so adamant about starting a war, let me help. I can take the Queen of Envy, take Verena’s crown. If I do this, will you let the mortal queen be?” A quiet, dangerous question.

Besides beautiful, Kali was ambitious, clever, and bold. She mulled over Ashor’s offer, pacing from one side of the cell to the next, her heels clapping throughout the dungeon. The prison went quiet when she turned to face him. “I’m assuming you have a plan to achieve the Crown of Envy.”

“I do.”

Liar. He was playing another deadly game, another sacrifice to keep me safe.

“Don’t do this,” I pleaded, knowing the queen would never give up. I had escaped, Angel had slipped through her fingertips, but the Queen of Darkness was likely never to forget or forgive Ashor’s betrayal. “You can’t do this.”

“There are whisperings of Verena’s weakening. Her court would be the first to crumble in a war.” He continued to plead his case.

Silence hung between them. “I will let the mortal queen be, for now, all safe and snug in her beloved human world,” Kali conceded. “But this ploy… it won’t save your mate”—she rolled over the word with such disdain, her lips puckered—“or you. If you fail, the consequences will be dire, for both of you.”

“I won’t,” he vowed, his voice so steady with conviction that even I believed him.

The queen’s lips curled in wicked delight. “Bring me her crown, and I will let your mate live, but I make no promises regarding the mortal queen.” She held out a hand with a ring twinkling on each finger. “Shall we?” Not waiting for Ashor to respond, the queen took hold of his arm and flipped it over. Using one of her sharpened nails, she carved a mark into Ashor’s forearm and it burned like holy hell. Shadows seemed to cling to the rune-like symbol. When she was done, the queen waved her hand over the mark and muttered in an ancient tongue, words I couldn’t begin to understand, but Ashor could.

It was a binding spell, holding him accountable for his vow to his queen. “Say the words,” she demanded.

“I will deliver the Queen of Envy to you.”

The mark flared an unholy red before cooling to an inky black, where it would remain until Ashor completed his task.

“Now release me,” Ashor demanded, staring at his mother, unwavering scorn rippling inside him.

“You didn’t think I would let you go unpunished? Cute.” She patted his cheek like a doting mother when she was anything but. “What you did was unforgivable. The greatest betrayal. We don’t have many rules in the underworld, but when you chose the half-breed over your queen, when you disobeyed me and your court, you broke our one sacred vow.”

His chin jerked. “I know what I did.”

“Well, let’s hope you show more skill and cunning with Verena than you’ve used tonight. Next time you strike a bargain with a queen, ensure your safety as well.”

Ashor said nothing, but I felt the surge of violence rise up within him.

“Your mind is poisoned by her. Perhaps Cayden can remind