Katarina’s brother had lived through the worst of his withdrawals and had started down the road to recovery. He’d apologized for all the horrible things he’d done to her and her dogs, and Baden knew she’d begun to have hope for him and for their relationship, but as soon as he was released from the dungeon, he’d snuck out to buy heroin. Katarina had asked one of the hounds to follow and guard him, but in her heart, she’d let him go.
After she’d overcome her own wreaths, Pandora had opted to stay in the underworld with Hades to build her kingdom there. Baden wondered if she’d stayed because of affection for her new father...or an attraction to one of the other kings. She had secrets and she wasn’t sharing them with him...her brother.
Would he ever grow used to the term?
Maddox plopped into the chair next to his. “Well, my friend. I can tell you’ve learned your lesson. No matter how dark and painful the present, the future can be brighter. You just have to hold on.”
“This isn’t a Hallmark moment.” Baden flipped him off, earning a laugh. “No matter how calm the present, the future can be stormy.”
His friend sobered, nodded. “Hades and Lucifer are still lining up their players.”
“It’s only a matter of time before they finish and true combat starts.”
Maddox reached out, patted his hand. “Our side will win. Then we’ll help you punish Hades for his battle with Katarina.”
Baden’s chest constricted. “You’re a better friend than I deserve.”
“I learned from the best,” Maddox said, and for a moment, Baden was transported back to their days in the heavens. When a Titan army ambushed the royal soldiers tasked with guarding Zeus.
Maddox had been hit right away, a myriad of spears and arrows cutting through his chest and exiting out his back. More spears and arrows fell, ready to take out the rest of them. Baden could have run for cover, but he’d run to Maddox instead, carrying him to safety.
“We have the artifacts back in our possession,” Maddox said. “We’ll keep searching for Cameo, Viola, the box and the Morning Star.”
Only then could his friends be freed from their demons. The ultimate goal.
Galen stalked into the room, gaze secured on Baden. “Think you can renege on our deal, prick?” His wings were larger than before, arching over his shoulders, snow-white down covering every inch. “I want my date.”
“You promised to date him?” Maddox punched Baden in the arm. “Good luck with that. Katarina will protest.”
“Katarina will demand they kiss in front of her—with tongue,” the girl in question called.
Baden pushed to his feet. He wasn’t surprised Galen had shown up. He was only surprised Galen hadn’t shown up with Fox at his side. The girl hadn’t stopped texting Baden questions about Distrust.
How do I know what’s instinct and what’s demonic paranoia?
Are you plotting against me? Be truthful.
Does the demon make me look fat in these jeans?
This morning, after a little prompting from Katarina—you needed help with Destruction, would have probably perished without me, and now she needs help with Distrust. Do your part—he’d finally given in and agreed to be Fox’s mentor.
“Take a walk with me,” he said to Galen.
As they strode out of the living room, Baden looked back at Katarina and blew her a kiss.
“Stop disgusting me.” Galen yanked him out the door. “And start talking.”
Cool air brushed his bandless arms. “Aeron refuses to tell me Legion’s current location.”
“So?”
“So,” Baden added. “My wife happens to lead the hellhounds.”
“I know, I know. She’s wonderful, and you’re the luckiest immortal in the history of the universe. What does that have to do with my plight?”
“Those hounds tracked Legion.”
Stopping abruptly, Galen gripped him by the shoulders and shook him. “Tell me.”
“First, I need your vow. You cannot hurt her—”
“Don’t insult me again. I would never hurt her. She is to me what Katarina is to you.”
In this, Baden believed him. The man was utterly besotted.
Baden rattled off the address. Galen jumped into the air a second later—and never landed. His wings took him into the clouds.
Biscuit and Gravy came barreling around a corner, running straight for Baden. They plowed into him, and if he’d been a weaker man, he would have fallen. A laughing Katarina raced after them.