Page 83 of Hell Fae Prince

My Phoenix didn’t care for it either. Especially right now.

Our alliance, ourhistory, was more important than ever.

Thus, it made sense that my instincts had taken me toward his den. I could have just ashed here, but the stroll had helped to clear some of the nightmarish fog from my mind. A little, anyway.

Fucking Vivaxia.I’d loathed her for eternity, wanted her dead for thousands of years.

But this—taking my mate—made me want to rip her apart. Hear her scream. Torture her for eons until she begged for death.

First, though, I needed to figure out what the fuck she’d done to Cami. Because that damn floral scent still lurked in my nostrils, Vivaxia’s mark all over my female.

Typhos had absolutely felt it, too.

If Vivaxia hurt her…

The Phoenix inside me hissed at the very thought of it, furious that we were still here doing nothing about such blasphemy. All I could do was indulge him with mental fantasies of the ways we would torment the Virtuous Fae once we found her.

I’m going to wring that bitch’s neck with my bare hands, then carve out her eyes and leave only her mouth to scream.

That was one of the many deaths Vivaxia had forced upon me; it was only fitting to return the favor.

You taught me what I know about death,I thought at her.You only have yourself to blame, Vivaxiadarling.

That damn nickname.

Her fuckingvoice.

I shook my head, clearing it from my mind. But her scent still lingered. Still taunted. Still promised there was more to come.

Which was exactly why Typhos and I needed to be on the same page as allies.

But I wasn’t sure of his intentions for Cami or Ajax—both of whom I’d left with Melek.

Ajax probably knew where I’d been headed without me telling him, but I whispered a thought to him anyway. Then I asked,Is Melek behaving?

He’s reading a book on the bed next to her,Ajax replied quietly.He’s oddly… silent.

Hmm.I’d picked up on Melek being a bit more reserved than usual at the ball, too. His typical devil-may-care attitude and playful riddles had been notably absent from our conversation.Let me know if anything changes.

I will,Ajax promised.And do me a favor—don’t talk on my behalf with Lucifer. I can handle myself.

Yes, you’ve made that quite clear, Warden,I drawled.

I mean it, Commander.

I’m going to him to talk about Cami,I told him.I’m sure she would also say she can handle herself, but she’s currently unconscious.

Ajax said nothing for a moment. Then very quietly, he replied,I can feel her soul. She’s alive.

I know.I’d been checking our connection, too.She’s healing.But she was also wrapped up in Vivaxia’s scent like a damn Virtuous Fae bouquet.

Ajax knew something was off, too. I hadn’t needed to tell him that; he could sense it.Find out what Lucifer thinks,he finally said.I’ll be here.

I nodded. Not that he could see me, but he likely felt my agreement. Or perhaps he knew I was now standing outside of Typhos’s den.

Rather than mentally announcing myself, I resecured my walls and knocked on the stone door.

“Come in,” grated the deep voice of the Hell Fae King through the heavy rock.