Chapter Eighteen
“His eyes vermillion, beard a greasy black, his belly broad, his fingers all sharp-nailed, he mauls and skins, then hacks in four, these souls.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
“Take her to my chambers and tell Rodriguez that I caught her. He will be pleased,” I heard her saying, and she sounded ecstatic. “I have a feeling that the dark lord will pay me a visit quicker than I expected.”
I forced myself to move, but my muscles failed to obey me and my body felt numb all over. Anger resurfaced, tightening my skin, but all the energy was useless, turning into an invisible bubble. Alexis’s skin was radiant, her eyes were gleaming, and she looked perfect.
Nameless had betrayed me. Last night he sat at the table, agreeing with everything I was saying. No wonder he was
