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Devinshea’s body. Unlike his timeline twin, he was not breathing.

From the queen’s reaction, there was no life left in the priest.

“You are too late, Daniel.” Myrddin practically glowed. “You cannot take me down. You know it. Everyone knows it. That version of Lee is useless here. Shall I kill him? Or let him witness the new world rising?”

Myrddin snapped his fingers, and suddenly they were all back at the altar.

“I can’t reach him,” Ostara said, desperation in her eyes. “I cannot pierce the armor he wears. I don’t understand it. It feels…wrong.”

Likely because whatever spell he wore was from the Hell plane, and Ostara’s magic would be useless there. Myrddin had brought a piece of Hell to protect him.

“Rhys.” Zoey was on her feet, shoving aside her grief to get to her son. “Shy disappeared, but I don’t think Myrddin did it. I think she did. I didn’t hear what she said. I was…”

Rhys’s eyes were the deepest green as he turned to Myrddin. “Where is my mate?”

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Myrddin suddenly didn’t look so sure of himself. “Guards, find the seer.”

“Where would she go?” Ostara asked.

“To find help,” the queen insisted.

“There is no help to be found,” Myrddin countered. “I made a deal for safe passage for you and your family, but I can defend myself, and I never said I wouldn’t pull more energy off the vampires. I don’t think this one was outside the wards.”

He reached into his pocket and brought out an obsidian sphere.

Sasha immediately felt the effects. His heart rate slowed, and he could feel his strength waning.

Daniel hit his knees, Zoey falling with him.

“You cannot touch me, Green Man,” Myrddin said from behind his protection. “I am filled with demonic energy. I am whole with it. I renounce my angelic side. I am a true demon lord, and I will use your power to aid me. The king has given his blood to open the mountain. Now witness as I close the door on our oppressors.”

The mountain screamed and shook as a good chunk was blasted through and the door to Hell opened.

Sasha felt his vision begin to go and prayed he could survive the wizard’s assault.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Shy

I turn and despite the fact that I know I’m on a timer, I can’t help but wonder at the beauty I see around me.

Annwn. They call it the Welsh version of Hell.

The Welsh did not get the same memo the Christians did.

Life abounds here. Green forest and waterfalls. Mighty trees and soft ground at my feet. It’s stunningly beautiful. I find myself on the banks of a serene lake, the waterfall in the distance. All around me there’s some kind of festival going on. I smell pies baking and meat frying. Families sit on big blankets and enjoy the day.

Well, that’s not what I expected.

Devinshea. I feel him in my soul. I feel his sorrow, but he is calm. He refuses to give in to confusion and rage like so many others. What I really feel is his will to do the right thing.

He would have been the most magnificent father-in-law.

“Me, either.” I say the words out loud because we’re not in synch the way I was with Harry. Harry and I could talk in my head, but it took a while for me to figure out how to do it. Devinshea is different. His mind works in a way Harry’s did not. Or I suppose I should call it his soul. “Matilda told us, though.”

Yes, I would like to have a word with the crone.

A big white rocket runs my way, and I’m suddenly assaulted by a happy hellhound. Fluffy.

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