Dragomir and Serafina were no longer surprised when they were hurtled back into the chess-like centerpiece of Tartarus.
The cube tipped to one side, making Serafina slide down to Dragomir. He instinctively caught her, but the next movement had her standing straight. The room continued to rattle, reminding the two of them that it was floating over the fires of hell and no rope held it up. It was their host’s sheer will and power that continued to make it float.
When everything stilled, Tartarus appeared in front of him.
“Well, did we win the game? That was more like torture than a game,” Dragomir said, addressing their host’s beast form. It seemed that Tartarus preferred his most intimidating appearance when he was setting rules. “How can we win if we are made to remember all the s**t
