The Underworld (Rhyn Eternal) Read Online Free

box. It’s there.”
    Deidre glanced at the demon. He was listening too closely. “Umm should you say that in front of him?”
    “It has a protective spell on it. Only a deity or his mate can see the box,” Past-Death explained.
    “Sweet, succulent human cupcake,” Jared purred. His gaze was on past-Death, the light in his eyes inhuman.
    “Wait a minute!” Deidre exclaimed, hopping to her feet. “I know you, don’t I?”
    Jared shrugged.
    “You were in my apartment. With the demon pretending to be my ex …” she trailed off, recalling the night that changed her life. She’d been nearly eaten alive that night, only to be saved by Gabriel when she tried to jump off the building and landed in the Caribbean Sanctuary belonging to the Immortals. “That was one of the worst nights of my life.” She blinked away tears. Even if she’d begun to tentatively accept her place in the mess past-Death created, she still hurt when she recalled how rocky her journey had been.
    What was worse: where that journey ended. In a dungeon.
    “Just doing my job,” Jared said. “C’mere, cupcake. I’ll make everything all right.”
    Past-Death rolled her eyes. “Can this get any worse? Stuck in a cell with a hungry demon.”
    “At least he’s chained up,” Deidre said, recovering. “They don’t want us dead, or he wouldn’t be.”
    “There are worse fates than death.”
    “No shit. I think I’ve seen that first hand!”
    To her surprise, past-Death laughed.
    The sound of the lock’s bolt being drawn back made her scramble away from the door and join past-Death in the back of the cell. Deidre took her hand uncertainly, fearful of what was going to come through the door.
    It swung open to reveal five forms, all of them she assessed to be death dealers.
    “You. Come with me.” The one in front ordered, pointing at her.
    Deidre’s breath caught. She glanced at past-Death and was more unsettled to see the fearful expression on the face of the woman who used to rule over the death dealers. Her heart pounding, she stepped forward to obey. The long, Grecian style dress she wore in Hell swished silently around her legs. It was held in place by a collar, the black material light as air and softer than silk. It brushed the tops of her feet.
    She crossed her arms as she moved, glancing at the two in the cell behind her as she reached the door. Past-Death appeared scared, and the demon was frowning fiercely.
    Both seemed to be aware of some danger Deidre couldn’t even imagine. She was too new to the world of Immortals and deities to know what to expect or even why they wanted her, if not to manipulate Darkyn.
    Can’t be worse than Hell.
    A death dealer snatched her arm and hauled her into the hallway. The door closed, and she looked at the fireless torches lining the hallway.
    “Sexy,” one of the death dealers purred.
    New fear flooded her at the whisper. Darkyn had not only turned her into a demon, but into a sex-demon, one who didn’t now how to control her power over men. Even Rhyn had warned her about being careful outside of Hell, where her influence was no longer dampened by the magic of Hell.
    It’s present here, like it was in the human world. Dread sank into her stomach. One of the two death dealers who cornered her in her apartment had been affected while the other was not. She didn’t want to think about how much more danger she was in here, if half the death dealers weren’t able to control their reactions to her. Dammit, Darkyn! Why did you do this to me?
    She kept her eyes down and her senses as alert as possible.
    One of them was bleeding. She smelled the blood, and it sent a tremor through her, along with another pang in her stomach.
    “Come on,” the death dealer holding her arm growled when she slowed.
    Deidre gritted her teeth. Her mouth was watering. She could almost taste the blood in the air.
    I’m not a monster. She was bloodmated to one demon only, and only his blood would satisfy her.
    They