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As I backed up, my shoe caught a loose stone, and I yelped as I fell straight on my ass.

Fuck.

I was better than this, but I hadn’t trained to run around in fucking heels on red rocks framing lava pits.

The Centaur reared on its hind legs at the sudden movement. It came at me with its antlers, and I twisted to the side. Pain streaked across my cheek as it grazed me, but I managed to tumble out of the way.

A weapon would be useful right about now!

It came at me again, and this time I dove toward it, taking a risk as I slammed my fist where I thought it might have balls—at the place where the human form merged with a horse’s chest.

A deep-throated chuckle sounded.

Okay, that’s not where its dick is, then, apparently.

When it reared again, I rolled and gained some distance, this time gauging my enemy.

A strange aura took shape around the beast. I’d seen something similar before around the Sirens, but I wasn’t sure what it meant.

Maybe I was losing it.

Or maybe this was another key to the puzzle, and my ticket to survival during these insane trials.

Inky darkness bled into the air around the Centaur, stirring a strange sense of sizzling ice-cold magic that didn’t blend well with the Hell Fae Realm’s heat. The fur along the creature’s haunches stood on end, and it bellowed a roar that rumbled through my bones as I forced myself to stand again.

Then the obsidian mist shifted to reveal an entire row of the creatures with blinking red eyes, making my heart drop.

I’d forgotten a key bit of information from Ajax’s lesson.

Centaurs hunt in packs.

“Shit,” I cursed as the monsters charged.

I did the only thing I could do—I ran.

CHAPTERTWENTY

AJAX

“For fuck’s sake,”I muttered, shaking my head at the screen before me. “I warned you.”

But did Camillia listen?

No. Of course not.

She just fucking stood there while the Centaur eyed her like a piece of meat, waiting for his buddies to join him.

“I’m very unimpressed with you right now, Camillia.” She couldn’t hear me, of course. But that didn’t stop me from speaking the words out loud anyway.

I grabbed my glass of blood wine and finished it in one swallow.

Then I shoved away from my leather couch to grab a refill from the bar.

I wasn’t even supposed to be watching the Hell Fae Trials. Hence the reason I was in my dungeon quarters and not at Lucifer’s infamous underworld nightclub. He’d asked me to remain here for the day, just in case he needed to call upon me to go chase down some of the disobedient Nightmare Fae.

Which explained why I’d returned to find the trials playing on my screen.

I hadn’t expected to have access to them since I wasn’t technically a Hell Fae, nor did I want a bride. However, I’d used the remote to move the screen around until I found Camillia.