“She’s got them both, then,” I snapped, whirling, already conjuring another portal. “She’ll have taken them down.”

“What the … you mean, she’s taken them to Hell?” Ezra shrieked. “You better bloody fix this, Satan Junior! The last thing Jemma needs after you broke her heart is … fucking Hell!”

“I intend to fix this,” I snarled as the portal stretched wide. “Bub, you stay with Luci … if there is any way to save her, you do it!”

Bub didn’t respond, he just kept licking Luci with such tenderness it made me want to scream. What if it was too late for Luci? What if it was too late for …

I sprinted into the portal.

48. Not My Nightmare

Chapter 48

Not My Nightmare

Jemma

“What are you going to do with Joe?”

Hellen ignored me, using the same strange air magic she’d used in the apartment to propel me along the dark, smelly, hotter-than-the-surface-of-the-sun tunnel. There were doors at regular intervals along the hallway, and occasionally a thin wail or a screamed, “Please, no!” would reach my ears.

Both Joe and I were royally screwed.

She’d portalled us into a chamber so similar to the one I’d spent the night with SJ in that it could only be Hellen’s private quarters. She’d pinned me to the wall with her wind before chaining Joe to what looked like a Medieval torture rack in the corner.

“Don’t you hurt her!” he’d warned, fire in his eyes and not a hint of fear for himself. Darting his gaze to me, he’d begged, “Don’t let her hurt you!”

And then Hellen had swept me out of the room on her foul breeze before I could do so much as say a goodbye to my brother.

My stomach swooped, picturing just what she might do to Joe. Images of him whipped, sliced … bleeding and broken … flooded my brain.

“What you really should be concerning yourself with, Mini Bliss, is what I’m going to do with you.” Hellen waggled her sharp eyebrows at me. “I’m going to make a deal with you. If I’m not mistaken, you have one last task left on your little FiendPay contract, yes?”

Hellen paused as an enormous, maroon demon approached, his fat wobbling as he leered at me. His eyes roved my body, my mini skirt and cropped Sailor Moon T-shirt. His horns lengthened, surrounded by midnight blue hair, and he gripped himself between the legs, an appreciative growl ripping from his throat.

I spat at him.

Hellen slapped me. My head snapped back, my cheek smarting, my eyes watering. She turned to the demon, who was … eww … licking my loogie off his cheek.

“This one’s mine!” she snarled. The demon put his hands up placatingly, threw me one last lascivious look, and ambled off.

I shuddered. Monster romance be damned—that guy was super creepy!