By the time the sun is starting to go down, I get a mindlink from Gregory. The potion is ready. Alright. We’ll get everyone together and prepare to leave in the hour, I link back. Turning to my mate, I tell him, “They’re ready with the potion. Told Gregory to expect us in an hour.” He nods and I can tell by the absent look on his face that he’s mindlinking everyone. Huitzilopochtli looks at us, his hands held out at his side in a helpless gesture. “I wish there was something else that I could do for you, but I cannot enter Selene’s realm at all. Not unless she is there to extend the invitation. I truly think that the only reason that this spell will work for you is because you belong to that realm. That’s where you go when you die. And your mate’s soul will go there as well.” “Do you have any advice that will help us?” I ask. “She’s cocky. It’s with good reason, but it has also made her over confident. She likes to play with her meals. And it can make her…inattentive t

Seeing Arya fall from that height would have made my heart stop if I still had one that beat. I run towards her, trying to get there in time, but she crashes to the ground in a bone jarring thud. Still, I grab her, pulling her out of the way of the goddess’s sharp taloned feet. She’ll heal, she’s a werewolf and a demigod. But that’s only if she doesn’t die in the first place. Once I have Arya clear, I look up to see Devin still hanging on to the death deity’s hair, clinging on with all that he has. “Do it, Devin! Strike!” I scream to him. It’s now or never. We’re not going to get a second chance. She’s already acclimating to the magick that is being thrown at her and she’s knocked several of Arya’s family members on their asses when they go too close. I watch Devin pull his arm back and strike hard at the flesh between her back and her wing. Ītzpāpālōtl shrieks. A high, unearthly sound that pours through the air around us, seeming to surround us with more than just so

Nathan’s words from last night keep playing over and over in my head and the fact that I don’t know whether or not to believe him is keeping me awake. When he pulled me away from Bella, he took me into one of the bedrooms on the plane, hoping to get a bit of privacy, but it felt way more intimate than it probably should have. I thanked Hecate that I thought to wear my descenting panties and packed a week’s worth in my suitcase. Because being in close quarters like that, in such a suggestive setting, put all kinds of thoughts into my mind. “Nyx, I, um…I wanted to talk to you about our bond,” Nathan said and my heart dropped. I knew it was too good to be true. “I understand, Nathan. I get it. You would never have picked for the two of us to be together and you want to get out of the matebond as soon as possible. It’s part of the reason that I’m working so hard to help us find a way to get to the gods and goddesses. Once we get Selene out, you and I will be able to fully reje

When we land in Norway, we already have cars waiting for us. We are meeting the fae and other shifters about an hour from here. Then we’ll go together to the gates of Valhalla. “How has Hermes left the door open for us?” Kai asks. “He put a wedge in that will respond to his magic. Magic that he embedded in my soul. It will show the entrance and open the gates,” I tell him, remembering the searing pain of having the trickster god impose his soul into me. I could see everything. Everything that he has experienced in his long, long life. All his hopes and fears, his triumphs and failures. Everything that he wants. Everything that he loves. And everything that he fears. But it wasn’t just him putting a piece of his soul in my body. No, this was an exchange of pieces. He has a part of me inside of him as well. And those pieces long to be back together. It’s part of what I have to talk to Jacob and Alexander about. Hermes didn’t just make me his messenger. He made m

I really think that I’ve gotten hold of some kind of trippy herbs or something. I’m in the Underworld, with Hades and Persephone, and we went to the Greek paradise to find Odysseus. The hero of the Greeks in the Trojan War. Supposedly one of the smartest men of his time. I mean, wouldn’t you think that you were on some kind of acid trip? “Why do we need Odysseus?” I ask. “He and Dante are the only two mortals who have ever gone to Tartarus and made it out. And Dante isn’t much of a fighter. Odysseus will help keep you safe while guiding you to where you need to go,” the Lord of the Dead says. “Come! We must hurry!” Persephone says again. Odysseus nods, grabbing a walking stick from just inside his door. “I am ready.” “I can transport you to the edge of the Asphodel Fields. That is where you’ll find the entrance to Tartarus,” Lord Hades tells us. “Good luck, heroes. For all of our sakes, I hope that you make it.” And then, with a flick of his wrist, we are whiske