Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,3

infamous, depending on your alliance—immortals alive. “I’ve read about you in my Book of Lore.” Lila’s only connection to the immortal world, the book updated itself with every major battle or power shift. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Though N?x was a crucial leader in the Vertas alliance, the Valkyrie was also rumored to be crazy. By way of greeting, N?x said, “Have you ever wanted to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?”

Huh?

Saetth said, “I think what N?x means to ask is if you’ve ever wanted to strike back against the M?ri?r.”

Also known as the Bringers of Doom. “Of course.” Rumor held that those tyrants were journeying from their side of the universe to invade this one. Their archer had already arrived in advance of them.

Since she’d been old enough to understand what a bogeyman was, she’d lived in fear of them all.

Growing in lockstep with her fear was fury, the two emotions seeming entwined. “Not a minute goes by that I don’t think about them. I’ve forfeited so much to remain hidden from their threat.” She pointedly added, “During my exile.”

Saetth arched a blond brow. “I told you that you could return home once you’d made a great personal sacrifice to prove your loyalty. Are you ready to?”

Lila stilled, working to calm her heart rate. She would do anything to live in Sylvan again.

Anything. “Yes, how?”

“N?x has assured me that victory against the M?ri?r on a battlefield is impossible, but she’s also provided us a unique opportunity to deal that alliance a blow.”

N?x drew a dossier from her bag and handed it to Lila.

King Abyssian Infernas, the Devil’s Own. He was the primordial demon of the M?ri?r alliance. Lila flipped through the pages of the file, skimming a description:

Physically flawless . . . the phrase “handsome as the devil” came about because of comparisons to his notoriously seductive sire . . . aggressively pursued by females . . .

Under the miscellaneous section, she read:

The oldest living demon . . . proficient in all weapons, but has carried the same battle-ax for ten millennia . . . can fell an entire army on his own . . . newly crowned king of Pandemonia, A.K.A. hell.

That fabled realm had always intrigued Lila to a curious degree. “What do you expect from me?” She closed the file. “I’ve never shot a bow or wielded a sword.” Though she didn’t possess fighting skills, she had read widely on the subjects of battle, survival, and weapons.

She could do everything from orchestrating an ambush to constructing a trebuchet—in theory.

“You have three innate advantages that are even more valuable,” N?x said. “You can read and write his language.” Among many others. They came easily to her. “You developed mental blocks against mind reading when growing up.” For protection at the insidious fey court. “And you are his mate.”

Shock gut-punched Lila. Mate??? She reeled on her feet, latching onto the balcony railing. “No way. There’s no way fate would connect me to one of those monsters.” The thought arose: Maybe my fascination with Pandemonia isn’t so curious. But she quashed it.

“You’re the Devil’s Own’s own,” N?x said, her eyes glimmering. “You’ll go to hell and use that connection to garner information from him—plans for upcoming battles, details about his alliance, and so on. I’m especially keen to learn about Orion, the M?ri?r’s leader.”

Go to hell? Reading about and visiting were in no way the same.

Saetth said, “As soon as you’ve uncovered weaknesses, we will extract you.”

Lila’s palm sweated through her opera glove as she gripped the dossier. “You want me to be a spy? This mortal realm is bad enough, but at least I’m not damned.” And mated!

How could fate have screwed her over like this? Lila’s tiara must be on too tight. She’d cut off circulation to her brain or something.

Saetth’s lips thinned. “When I first heard N?x’s plan, it sounded as if I’d be sending a lamb into the lion’s den. But the demon will be compelled by his instinct to protect and care for you.”

“And also to claim me.” Nausea churned at the thought.

N?x said, “I’ve assured Saetth that the demon cannot and will not hurt you. Abyssian’s tender feelings for you will make it easy to coax secrets from him.” She tapped her chin with a pink claw. “Of course, you might have to encourage those feelings. . . .”

“Encourage? You want me to seduce a monster, one among a group of them that I’ve hated and feared my entire life?