CHAPTER 38
ARES“Where’s the prison?” I asked Marcel, once he was clothed. I pulled Hella out of the cage and threw her over my shoulder to carry her more easily. That b***h seemed to like it, too, because while she still squirmed in my arms and was bound up, she tried to touch every part of my body.
Marcel nodded down a hallway toward a set of stairs. “This way.”
After hurrying down, Marcel grabbed my shoulder when we settled on the landing and pulled me behind a door to hide us. He pressed a hand over my mouth and Hella’s, so we both couldn’t speak.
A couple moments later, about ten hellhounds ran down the stairs and out one of the side doors that led to the land behind the castle. I tried to get a glimpse of the outside and found nothing but chaos happening.
Wolves and gods and hell
