Page 153 of Hell Fae Warden

It delved inside, instantly solidifying it like glass.

Burning it hadn’t been the solution.

It’d needed a delicate balance ofwarmth. Just like the Everglades. It seemed counterproductive to intuition to swelter a fire with warmth, but this hadn’t been any ordinary inferno.

Just like the Hellfire my father had unleashed that day, long ago.

It’d been the opposite of what a firefighter would have known how to handle.

“Most magical elements can’t be fought with logic,” he’d told me after the fact. “Now you know.”

Yeah, Dad,I thought now.I definitely know.

Deafening silence followed, and the portal fizzled and disappeared, leaving miles of destruction in its wake.

A fine mist followed, one that rained over my bare skin, making me shiver.

Then a thunderous Lucifer appeared before me.

I didn’t try to run. I’d lost the useless knives somewhere in the chaos, leaving me completely defenseless and naked before him.

But I didn’t bother to apologize.

I merely stared up at him, waiting for his judgment.

Instead, he looked like he didn’t know what to do with me.

But oh, he was pissed. The fire in his sapphire eyes raged even hotter than his Hellfire, and the beautiful line of his square jaw was as sharp as a blade.

“Come, Camillia. I think it’s time we had a chat.”

He grabbed me by the nape, then we vanished into a cloud of fiery ash.

Yep. I’m definitely going to die.

Slowly.

And painfully.