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Because, if that’s true, then I have news for my dear old brother. Flame and Reaper are my best friends for a reason. Neither of them will try to stop me from doing a damn thing. Fuck, they’ll probablyencourageme to play.
“No, I think a pair of Netherworld Fae may help keep you alive in this unknown reality—one that may or may not be harboring our mother.” When I simply gape at him, he adds, “The protection is foryou, Orcus. Not for the humans or the Monsters Night creatures. But foryou.”
I grunt. “I’ll be fine, but thanks for your concern.”
“Reaper and Flame will accompany you,” he counters. “End of discussion.”
Normally, that sort of high-handed bullshit would provoke my argumentative side to come out and dominate my opponent.
But this isn’t worth my time to debate.
Taking Reaper and Flame with me into a world full of human playthings—all of whom have been groomed to be potential mates for monsters of various kinds—sounds like a proper vacation, not a daunting task.
Monsters Night,I think to myself.Sounds like a party all right.
I can’t take a potential mate—I would need a proper Omega for that. However, playing? Yeah, I can play. Taste. Bite.Fuck.
Assuming I can find a human capable of handling my knot.
Unlikely, but an alternate reality poses a lot of fun opportunities.
“Don’t forget your objective, brother,” Hades says, no doubt seeing the excited gleam in my gaze. “Search out the potential presence. If it’s nothing of consequence, then do whatever it is you want to do. Otherwise, remember what’s important.”
I scoff at him. “I may be a millennium younger than you, Hades, but I’m not a child. I know what’s at stake.”
His dark eyes glitter with understanding as he dips his chin again, a small grin playing over his lips. “Then happy hunting, brother.”
I smile. “Happy hunting indeed.”
CHAPTER ONE
ALINA
The Day of the Choosing
White dress.
Flat sandals.
Freshly brushed hair.
I study my reflection in the mirror, the woman staring back at me one I barely recognize. She looks innocent. Pure.Matrimonial.
All that’s missing is the veil. That gauzy piece of flimsy bullshit meant to hide my face.
Maybe I should let it fall to the ground and step on it a little?I muse.What’s another broken rule?
My tally is nearly forty for this quarter alone, hopefully guaranteeing I’ll be selected for this year’s Monsters Night.
Everyone thinks I’m crazy. No one wants to get on that fateful train, the one that leaves lightning sparks trailing in the wind as it heads toward Monster City.
But I know something they don’t.
A secret my sister shared via a note.
A note she somehow slipped under my door during last year’s Choosing Ceremony.
There’s an Elite City,her familiar scrawl read.Find an old map, Lina. Look for Chicago. I’ll be waiting.
