Chapter 110

“Please,” she whispered as anxious tears stung her eyes.

“Your fear is disgusting, sister. Do not disappoint me,” He warned.

“But your soul...”

"Is not your concern,” he interrupted, “Trust the god of the dead.”

It was a silent reminder that Jasper was in control, and if he wanted his soul, he would have taken it long ago. Trust was hard to give when it had been broken by lies and secrets.

She swallowed hard, then forced her back to the two males in her life who she loved deeply and teleported to Horace’s chambers. Horace always had the answers. Maybe he would be willing to share his knowledge or perhaps wipe away her anxiety with his magnificent body.

Her core coiled, and warmth seeped through her as she remembered the night he took her to a magical place.

Sha’ní let herself in without knocking. It felt a bit strange inviting herself into someone else’s home, but he said she had access to his chambers at any time during their relationship.

The god of war sat in a simple wooden chair