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I smirked. “I’ve got words for you.”

My magic raged in me. My flame surged at the god before he could conjure up a shield. But then, he was the God of War, and his power, one of the most potent in the universe, countered mine.

He leapt back in a hurry, and I laughed as I jumped out of the suspended coffin.

I had no idea why they’d used an iron coffin to confine me since I wasn’t a fae. Iron didn’t weaken me.

My fire fried Ares’s lush golden hair that he’d so carefully slicked back. I bet he shampooed it daily and applied expensive gel on top. And I bet he had never gone bald before.

His damaged face was already regenerating, though not as fast as when he was on the surface of Earth. His once sensual lips, now deformed, twisted into a nasty snarl.

“Aren’t you pretty, Ares?” I laughed. I was in a good mood now that I had more energy and I’d burned the god. “Pity you can’t do a selfie. You shouldn’t have turned me into Celeste. Marigold might be a sweetheart, but Celeste is more than you can chew.”

“You think I can’t handle you,” he hissed, “you green-eyed demon spawn? You’ll learn not to cross a god.”

A golden shield and a spear appeared in his hands.

“And you’ll learn some manners, prick,” I said, throwing up my hands.

Only this time, my fire didn’t blast out.

“What the fuck?” I yelped.

My limbs went cold, ice filling my core. A realization hit me hard. Somehow, the venom was no longer in my system, but the spells from both Ares and Lucifer still bound me.

My fire was only a one-time thing and I’d just used up any residual magic I had. Their spells gripped me again, sealing my power and rendering me useless.

I darted my eyes around, seeking anything sharp that I could use against Ares, though it was a futile effort.

The war god laughed sardonically. “Who will learn manners now, little girl?”

I balled my fists.

Ares raised his spear. The god was known for his terrible temper. He would impale me to punish me and inflict as much pain on me as possible.

“Bring it on, bitch,” I spat. “You’re a petty little man.”

He sneered in rage and stalked toward me.

The door behind him tumbled down with a loud thud. A dark flash zoomed in toward me in the form of smoke. Before I could dodge from a possible new attack, the thick smoke formed into a giant figure.

Loki stood between Ares and me, legs braced apart, a black shield and a glinting longsword in his hands.

“Hello, Ares,” Loki purred. “Haven’t you had enough of my pet?”

Both Ares and I hissed at his question, but I wasn’t foolish enough to challenge the prince now. I would wait for him and Ares to fight first. I had no magical juice anyway.

I was lucky that Hell’s prince had shown up just at the right time to prevent the war god from piercing me with his spear. I doubted that would kill me, but it would hurt horribly.

“You’ll defend the little whore against me?” Ares said, narrowing his angry eyes.

His spear shifted toward Loki.

“She’s mine to deal with under the current contract,” Loki said. “I don’t like to inherit damaged goods, and you’ve already done enough of that. And yes, I’ll always defend what’s mine, even my pet. So I suggest you put away your sharp toys. I’m the heir to this realm, and I hate to remind you that your power is greatly reduced on my turf. You won’t win if you want a fight.”

Ares sneered but lowered his spear.

“She isn’t yours, Loki the trickster,” Ares said. “Remember that even under the new contract I made with your father, she’s only on loan to you for three months. Fail to tame her and whip her into the shape we want, and you’ll have to answer to your father and me. After three months, no matter if she’s ripe or not, I’ll be coming to collect her.”


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