CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The fleet behind was gaining on them. There was no denying it. Every time Eva looked forward to see where they might lose their pursuers, there was nothing. Every time she glanced back, the vanguard of the fleet was closer.
“Where are we?” she asked Madden, leaning over her husband.
Madden examined a map on the screen labeled with demon glyphs. “There’s a long and complicated name but let’s just say we are crossing over the sea surrounding Narcis, Lucifer’s citadel. No, we are not taking a detour.”
“How far to Tartarus?”
“We are here,” Madden pointed to a small island in the middle of the inland sea. He moved his hand North to a mountain ridge crossing the center of the map. “Tartarus is there.”
“What’s that the blacked-out portion of the map?” John Wolverton waved
