Chapter 32
I let go of my necklace and rubbed my forehead. My head felt tight, skin stretched over brittle bones, I fought the urge to weep. Essentially, the Grim Reaper intended using me to free his master from Hell so he could lead an army against his mortal enemy, and I wore the bones of my winged ancestor around my neck. Reason enough to cry but I couldn’t afford to break down. If Almorthanos escaped from Hell the existence of mankind would be at stake. I could play an instrumental part in destroying the world if I didn’t find a way out of this mess.
Chris let go of my hands and ran long fingers through his hair. ‘Grimm will have you killed and trap you in the Underworld. Then, once he’s sure your body cannot be resurrected, he’ll force you to use the necklace’s power to allow Almort
