Jasmine's POV
It was cold.
Hell was supposed to be hot — at least in every story I had ever heard — but whatever temperature this realm maintained, it was not warmth. It pressed in from all sides, a cold that had nothing to do with weather and everything to do with the absence of anything living. I could feel it trying to reach the parts of me that still held light.
Lunar was already alert. The tracking spell pulled us to an area clear of immediate threats. I looked around. The landscape was rock and ash and smoke, with nothing that had not already been burned or broken.
We were near a massive pit. I could not see the bottom.
Mate,
a voice said inside my head.
I went very still.
Jasmine? Is that you, mate?
Lunar and I both growled before I could stop it. The others stopped walking
