Devil (The Halloween Boys Book 4) by Kat Blackthorne

Author:Kat Blackthorne [Blackthorne, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Hearts Press
Published: 2023-10-03T18:30:00+00:00

The Hell Trails

He only came to watch me die or fail. Those were the only options in his mind, and if I were honest, maybe in mine, too. This was court, and I was on trial. Could I lead a people? Could I take control of the sickly rose that was Belladonia and its doors to realms unknown? My father clearly didn’t think so, with his cliché cape and long, gaunt face full of impassive disapproval. Speaking to the vampires, informing them of hell. They listened to him. They mocked me. I hoped they’d all perish here and allow me to start over. Some king I was. A half king of pity and inadequacy. Vladimir knew it, Vincent knew it, and the people of Belladonia knew it, too.

“Get out of your head,” Ghost grumbled, brushing his shoulder against mine as we walked along the highway. “I have a surprise for you.”

My attention perked up, and I looked to him and Wolfgang. “What kind of surprise?”

“It’s just up here,” Ghost replied, motioning toward a dense blue fog of hell smoke. “Thought I’d share.”

When we reached them, my mouth dropped. “You’re fucking serious?”

Wolfgang covered his mouth in a chuckle. “How many years have Onyx and I begged for this, and you vehemently said no? That you’re the only one allowed to have one?”

Ghost mounted his bike with a sideways smile. “We’re in hell now, boys. They’re endowed with my ghost rider abilities, too. Hell smoke, pass through shit, demon speed.” He shrugged, as if these brilliant masterpieces of motorcycle demon engineering weren’t the most incredible things I’d ever seen.

Wolfgang revved his engine, and it roared to life. Knocking his head back, he howled, informing his pack that we would be moving ahead. “This is cool, man.” Wolf sat up and tied his hair into a knot.

Sitting on my own black bike with neon green fucking flames on the side, I rubbed the handlebars and found a switch. I could have kissed the archdemon. “Stereo speakers? You shouldn’t have, sweetie.”

“I really shouldn’t have. You’re right,” Ghost grumbled, his pale blue eyes narrowing as he kicked off his kickstand.

My bike vibrated to life, sounding like a storm cloud of bats as I fiddled with the sound system. After a moment, “Highway to Hell” by AC/DC thundered over the three roars of machinery. I’d speed into hell to get farther away from my father and my wretched people. To get closer to my likely doom at the hands of the devil and for the favor of my stolen bride. Damn, if that wasn’t the most rock and roll thing I’d ever done.

Wolfgang laughed. “You would.” Then he took off in a blaze of blue smoke that matched the blue moons on his bike. Ghost eyed me for a moment. “Whatever happens, I got your back. All right?”

Some hollow hole in my heart ached, and all I could do was nod. I wished I had the fucking nerve to say “I know, and I love you, too.

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