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“Yeah.” At the third corner, the floor leveled out. Diana reached out, feeling for possibilities out of place. Not surprisingly, it wasn’t hard to pick up the signature of Keeper-designed weapons over the general hum of evil.

“But Hell’s a place. Places don’t talk.”

“It’s not so much a place as it’s a metaphor.”

“Whatever. Just so’s you know, I don’t believe in Hell.”

“Just soyou know, that doesn’t matter.”

“It isn’t real!”

Diana sighed.“Six months ago, you were freezing your ass off, trying to survive on the streets during a Canadian winter. Now, you’re an elf, living in an evolving shopping mall, having been made the Captain of the Guard for an allegorical king. All things considered, I think you should be a little more open-minded about the parameters of reality.”

“All things considered, I think I have the right to be fucking terrified!”

On a list of bad times for a second kiss, a kiss intended to fall between attraction and relationship, standing in a torchlit tunnel, deep in territory controlled by the dark side of a segue that could allow Hell itself into the world, ranked up there near the top—above “during the funeral of one of the participants” but definitely below “in the holding cell at a maximum security prison.”

Figuring that there wasn’t likely to be a right time any time soon, Diana closed her eyes and leaned in. After a moment—a long moment of soft lips and gentle pressure and just a little tongue—she pulled back and murmured, “Still terrified?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh…”

“But if you were trying to distract me, I gotta say it was a better idea than more stupid stories about your cat.”

“Hey, that’s Claire! I don’t tell stupid stories abo…”

The third kiss involved a little more tongue and strong fingers cupped around the nape of her neck. Diana’s left hand buried itself in the warm mass of mahogany dreads and her right spread out to touch as much of a narrow waist as possible.

“I’m not sayin’ this is anything more than a reaction to that whole Hell thing.”

Still close enough that Kris’ voice was a soft warmth against her face, Diana murmured, “I’m not asking it tobe more than a reaction to that whole Hell thing.”

“I’m not sayin’ that it isn’t either.”

“Okay.”

“I thought we had to get out of here?”

“We do.”

“You can beat this thing, right?”

“Sure.”

Kris’ eyes widened and she stepped back, breaking the heat between them. “You don’t know, do you?”

“Look, I’m the most powerful Keeper in the lineage right now, and Claire’s already closed this thing down once. Anything’s possible, so all we have to do is find the right possibility. Which we won’t find standing here.” Taking a deep breath, she added a little more distance between them. “Let’s go.”

By the time they reached the alcove where they’d been chained, they could hear the distant sound of pursuit behind them.

“I guess it’s stopped arguing,” Diana muttered as they began running faster.

“You mean they’ve stopped arguing.”

“No. The guy from the throne room is a Shadowlord, as much a shadow of Hell as the assassin; just bit more formed, is all.”

“Hell was arguing with itself?”

“It’s a thing it does. It doesn’t get out much.”

“And that’s good, right?”

Diana shot a quick, disbelieving glance at the elf.“Generally speaking, yeah.” They took a small flight of stairs two steps at a time. “This also explains why the Shadowlord thought I should know him and why he lacks a name. Bits of Hell don’t get names until they’ve really distinguished themselves in some truly disgusting way.”

“So Jerry Springer’s pretty much a gimme?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

They were running between walls of dressed stone now. Walls that had been built rather than carved out of the bedrock. They were very close to the throne room.

“Good thing…the torches are still…lit,” Kris panted.

“Yeah. They’re lit…because I expect them to…be. We need them…to get out of here.”

“Wouldn’t Hell…know that?”

“Probably. But I don’t…think it has direct influence…this far out yet.”

Between the time her right foot rose and she brought it under her body, ready to stretch it out front once again, the torches went out.

“Of course, I could be wrong.”

*

The bedroom was dark when Austin woke. The day just passed had grown overcast, although no cooler, and that overcast had lasted into the night, blocking starlight and moonlight and, very nearly, streetlight. Eye open the merest slit, he could see Dean’s darker-on-dark silhouette on the other pillow and not much else, but he knew they weren’t alone. Something stood beside the bed.

Something satisfied…

He sprang without warning, over Dean and off the edge of the bed. So positive that his claws would connect with linen bandages, he was taken completely by surprise when he hit the floor.

And was blinded an instant later.

“Austin?” One hand on the switch for the bedside lamp, Dean blinked down at the cat. “What’s the matter, then?”

“She was here. Just a second ago.”

“Who was?”

“Who do you think?”

“Meryat?”

“Give the man a rubber mouse.” He stalked stiff-legged out into the sitting room. “She’s gone.”

“I didn’t hear the door…”

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