Cast in Hellfire: An Urban Fantasy Romance (The Mage Craft Series Book 2) by SM Reine

Author:SM Reine [Reine, SM]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781937733339
Publisher: Red Iris Books
Published: 2016-04-02T22:00:00+00:00

11

Arawn’s ballroom was better than his dining room, but it would have been difficult for it not to be. The only thing Seth could imagine that might be worse than the meat locker was an actual grave pit filled with rotting bodies.

Seth didn’t doubt that Arawn had one of those somewhere within his tower.

Stepping into the ballroom felt like stepping into an oversized iron maiden. Spikes thrust from the walls and ceiling. Only the concrete floor was polished smooth, glistening in the light from the jagged iron chandeliers.

On the left-hand wall, the spikes had been bent to act as hangers for weapons and armor. Arawn had everything that Seth could imagine. Guns, knives, swords, flails, whips, chains. They all resembled their Earthly equivalents, but the lines on them were skewed, as if hacked together by clumsy hands. They might as well have been stamped with “Made in Sheol” labels.

Dana McIntyre would have been jealous of the variety.

Arawn led Charity to an engraved wooden chair on a dais at the far end of the hall. It was positioned underneath a tattooed skin that had been framed and mounted like a painting. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

Charity sat uneasily, and Seth stuck close beside her. There was no chair for him. Standing on the floor beside the stairs to her seat meant that his head barely reached the level of her knees. Unfortunately, that meant he got a great view of the carvings on the seat’s base—all the naked human bodies folded in on one another, contorted into positions of agony.

Arawn’s mismatched gang was filtering in through the narrow portal to the room, talking and laughing and shoving each other, as though they were going to a sporting match. Arawn watched his people enter with a smug smile. “I’ve been doing some reading on these sidhe rituals. We each get to choose a weapon, and then there’s this whole ten paces thing. Isn’t that adorably archaic? You wouldn’t believe that the sidhe didn’t exist prior to fifteen years ago.”

“They’ve always existed,” Charity said. “Just not in such numbers.”

The lord waved her off. “What do you think would be the best way to beat Konig? I can’t kill him—that would be ungentlemanly—but there are no rules against a little maiming.” The switchblade flashed in Arawn’s hand again, appearing from seemingly nowhere. “Cut a few pieces off his pretty copper face.”

Seth could have told Arawn that a switchblade would be a terrible choice. There was a two-handed bastard sword hanging among all those weapons on the wall, so he knew what Konig would pick.

But he kept his mouth shut.

Seth’s feelings about Konig aside, the prince was their way to get to Duat. In this matter, they were on the same team. He wasn’t going to give Arawn any advantage against him.

Then Konig strode in with an arm around Marion, practically dragging her while she looked exhausted at his side. The sidhe healing hadn’t benefited her for very long. Seth already knew that—she hadn’t

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