“Of course not,” the redhead said. “I’ve made this all invisible.”

Just as Lila got loose and tensed to flee, the black-haired female said, “Climb to this bridge, fey. Come stand in front of us. Without making another sound.” Her words were laden with sorcery! A mind-controller? Lila fought to repel the command but found herself climbing toward the Sorceri.

When she stood before the two females, the black-haired one said, “I’m Melanthe. This is my sister, Sabine.”

Sabine created an illusion out of thin air of a girl who looked exactly like . . . Lila. “I’d say this fey is our bounty.”

The infiltration! They were about to put her in Abyssian’s castle. Sooner rather than later, Nïx?

Sabine erased her illusion. “We’ve caught ourselves Hell’s Most Wanted.”

“So here’s the situation,” Melanthe said to Lila. “My beloved husband, Thronos, and I are the rulers of the Vrekener clan. I’m sure you’ve heard of us.”

Vrekeners were winged demons, fanatical about morality. Angel lore was based on them. What was a sorceress doing as their queen?

“Well, Thronos and I kind of trespassed in Pandemonia. A scoch. I’d call it trespassing-ish. And we might’ve brought to hell an entire population of angels. Ish.” Melanthe continued, “But if I turn you over to Abyssian Infernas for a bounty, then he probably won’t unleash his demon legions to destroy my people.” She placed one hand protectively over her belly. “So you are going to be our ace in the hole. As a matter of fact, let’s just call you Ace from now on.”

Sabine said, “We’re about to cash in on you, Ace.”

“Nothing personal.” At Lila’s ear, Melanthe added, “By the way, Nïx had a final message for you: Never trust a Valkyrie. Now, sleepwalk, Ace.”

Lila resisted, but sleep overtook her.

FIVE

Sian could perceive any entry into—or exit from—Pandemonia. A portal had opened, in his own throne room no less. Kari’s scent emanated from there.

He traced to the room. A pink garment lay on the floor. He snatched up the tiny piece, shuddering at the silk against his palm. The chemise was similar to the shift he’d once stolen from her.

Was this a jest? He turned to face the portal. Dropped his jaw. On the other side, in some distant realm, was . . . his mate.

Though mud covered her, Sian could tell her fine-boned features and full lips were the same. Which meant she would be breathtaking when not filthy.

Eyes closed—would they be mismatched again?—she stood motionless between two Sorceri females. Was she bespelled?

The black-haired sorceress pressed one claw from her gloves against Kari’s jugular. Most likely a poisoned tip. The Sorceri were known toxinians. Some poisons could kill even an immortal.

Sian grated, “You have my attention.” He eased closer to the portal. Damn it, a one-direction rift. He couldn’t simply snatch Kari.

He tried to read the Sorceri’s thoughts, but the females had blocks in place. “Who are you?” He probed Kari’s mind as well, yet even in this stupor, she maintained her own blocks.

The black-haired female gazed up at him, and a tremor passed over her, no doubt at Sian’s horrifying appearance. “I’m Melanthe, queen of the Vrekeners. And this is my sister, Sabine, queen of Rothkalina.” The redhead gave a careless wave.

“You have a lot of bloody nerve contacting me.” The Vrekeners were the ones who’d invaded his realm! He’d get to that soon enough. For now, his eyes couldn’t stray from Kari.

The tips of her pointed ears poked out from her mane of damp brown hair. So she was fey once more. As before, she stood a little over five feet. Her mud-coated dress revealed the same willowy figure.

He hadn’t expected a replica.

When he realized he was gripping that pink chemise, he used magic to make it disappear to his chambers. “What is wrong with your captive?”

“I commanded her to sleepwalk.”

“I’ve heard of your powers.” Melanthe could control minds and create portals between worlds. Her sister could make a victim see anything she wished. Their talents would be particularly valuable for bounty hunting. “Why not attempt to ensorcell me?”

“Something tells me you’ve developed an immunity over your long life.”

True. It would take more than a fledgling sorceress to control his mind. “Why is your bounty covered in mud?” He wanted to see Kari’s face clean.

Melanthe said, “She fell for our ruse.” Both Sorceri chuckled at that.

“How did you locate her? Nïx?”

“It doesn’t matter how,” Sabine said. “Just know that your reincarnated mate is in play.”

“Nïx plots my downfall. If the soothsayer wants me to have Kari, perhaps I should resist acquiring my mate.”

Resisting Kari was not Abyssian Infernas’s strong suit.

Which Nïx must know. In his last encounter with the soothsayer, she’d warned him, “Hold on to your ass.” She’d also told a group of gathered Møriør, “To win this war, I’ll use every trick in my tricksy little bag of tricks.”

The Valkyrie has begun.

Melanthe said, “Your mate’s name is Calliope now. Not Kari.”

“I don’t give a fuck what her current name is.”

“You put a Lorewide bounty on this female. Will you not honor it?”

“Perhaps I would have if you and your husband hadn’t taken over one of hell’s mountains and declared it a sovereign territory.” The winged Vrekeners might technically be demons, but they acted . . . angelic.

In hell?

It wasn’t to be borne! “Not to mention the havoc you wreaked on my subjects.” She and her husband had freed the legions—the most warmongering of Pandemonia’s demon population—from their interminable labors of hell.

Melanthe waved his comment away. “So we freed thousands of demons from unending strife. Ish.”

“They were to be punished for an uprising against my sire.” Though Pandemonia hadn’t been actively ruled for ages, Sian’s father and brother had set up controls. This self-governing dimension was filled with protections to punish intruders and to keep its unruly inhabitants in check. “They are bloodthirsty. Now they hunger to war on you.”