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No, not one of us. She’s one of the most notorious demons in the realm. Next to Hades, she is the most powerful being in existence with the level of notoriety and respect she owns.

I’ve only ever seen her dressed in her signature get up; the Oni made ballistic leather vest, black skintight suit, and leather cuffs and boots. Not forgetting the fact that the Death Bringer is also always masked. She wears a cape-like hood over a black meshed mask which hides all her features.

Looking at her now, I see the resemblance, the lethal grace in her stance, the relaxed nature that only comes with being an apex predator. I was right all along about her incredible abilities as a killer, I just didn’t know that I was still underestimating them.

And I’d just been getting a fucking hard-on when she’d acted like a brat with me. I’d wanted to put her in her place, when in reality she is so fucking far above me.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Tacita asks Hades in a mocking whisper.

Hades chuckles once more. “I think he may need a minute.”

A minute? I need to re-evaluate everything. I still have a killer on the loose, a recruitment games to run, and I need to ensure my dick stays under control. Because whilst Ninety-Eight was forbidden as an inmate, she is a whole additional level of unobtainable now.

Taking a few more deep breaths and remembering that Hades put me in charge of this show, I stop pacing and turn to face them. “Alright, let’s plan.”

Chapter 16

Tacita

It’s nearly dawn before Hades, Garrick and I finish talking. Garrick gives me details on each and every contestant, what their crimes were on the mortal plane and his list of suspicious behaviour.

I head back to my room in my human form, ready to drop. Thankfully, today is the one day a week we get off from our timetable, a rest day where we can do whatever the fuck we want. I plan on getting a few hours of sleep before trying to pursue those we suspect could be working for the Angels. And I’d got Garrick to agree to relax the segregation and high-level supervision we’d experienced yesterday.

A smile breaks across my face as I remember Garrick’s expression when he’d finally seen my demon side. A flush quickly follows as I remember the moments before Hades turned up and rescued us from either fighting or fucking out our argument.

I certainly didn’t think the industrial level of irritation I had towards the Officer could turn to attraction but seeing him so worked up certainly sparked something in me. And he was one hundred percent getting hard as our verbal sparring raised the temperature in that cell.

I noted him checking me out, more than once, when I was in my demonic form as well. Which made me look at him. You know, tit for tat. And I have to say he’s not bad on the eyes. I’m sure those muscles could be put to good use, pinning me to a mattress, or a wall.

Reaching the top floor, my thoughts are interrupted as I reach Wyatt’s door. The poor guy is still locked in a cell across the compound. Garrick had taken great pleasure in informing me that Wyatt’s handcuffs would’ve been removed once he was put in his cell. He'd kept mine on out of spite.

He reassured me that Wyatt would be processed today, and that his infraction would see him released after breakfast so I didn’t feel too bad.

Swiping my wristband on my door at the end of the corridor–Which now works once more, thanks to my request–I push it open gently to avoid disturbing Milo, but what greets me on the other side is so unexpected. I’m frozen to the spot as the door closes behind me with a thud on its self-closing hinges.

Milo is curled up asleep on his bed. But behind him, wrapped around him, is Wyatt. The lamp on the table between our beds is still on, providing a soft glow across the room and the orangy colour provides a warmth to their embrace that has my heart stuttering. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

What the fuck happened whilst I was talking to Garrick and Hades? And how is Wyatt here? Garrick told me Wyatt would be let go in the morning. Granted, it is now morning but he hadn’t left at any point during our discussions. We’d snuck upstairs to his office but he hadn’t asked any of his officers to let Wyatt go. No, the tattooed cocky bastard currently snuggling my roommate should still be in a cell.

The sound of the door Wyatt rouses, eyes fluttering open and slowly pushing himself up on an elbow.

“Tacita, thank god,” he speaks softly but the relief is impossible to miss.

“What did I tell you about invoking the gods,” I snap, but keep my voice low as Milo sleeps on. “How the fuck are you here?”

“You didn’t think something like a cell could hold me, did you?” Wyatt responds, a lop-sided smirk stretching up one side of his beautiful face, showing me one of those beautiful dimples.

“You broke out?” I say, stunned. Those cells were made to hold supernaturals, even though the contestants are all human. Garrick had them built to full strength as we don’t know what we’re dealing with when it comes to the Angels.

“Yeah. It was a little challenging.” He lifts his hand off Milo’s hip and puts his thumb and index finger nearly touching. “But a little negotiating with the locking mechanism and it sprung free. I tried to find you but the rest of the cells were empty. Where did they move you to?”

“I must’ve already been in the interview room.” I let the words roll off my tongue, making them up as I go. “It was on another floor. That Head Guard asked me questions for hours, and I’m pretty sure Hades was there too.”

Mix the lies in with the truth, it always works.

“Wow. They really did think you did it, didn't they?”

“Wasting their time is what they’re doing. You know they’re going to go ballistic when they realise you’re here.” Garrick especially. “Why are you here?”