Page 73 of Grave Mistakes
“Apologies,” Echo says, his mouth turning up into a smirk. “But the fear you were putting off was just too delicious.”
I stare into Echo’s bottomless black eyes, shocked. “That’s...not fucking cool.”
“Come on now, Swamp Thing, embrace your demon. You know you got off on that fear just as much as I just did,” he counters.
I start to object, but the light floaty feeling currently coursing through my veins betrays my outrage. I feel tingly, like I just had an epic orgasm, and it unsettles the fuck out of me.
Embrace my demon?
Fucking Hell. Please don’t tell me I’m going to go full Daenerys Targaryen and laugh while everything around me burns. Or worse, be that bitch at the grocery store who pulls out a fuck ton of coupons when there’s a line of people waiting to check out behind me, then proceed to argue that the manager needs to accept all the expired ones, which just so happens to make up eighty percent of her penny saving pile. I’m not ready for that level of evil.
Echo’s shadows start rubbing against each other like they’re acting out their favorite porn, and it distracts me from my concerns as I get sucked into the naughty shadow puppet show. Maybe that gong that went off when we first stepped into Hell somehow released the kraken of kinky that I now apparently seem to be okay with?
I flick that thought away and turn from Echo and his scandalous shadows. I look around and for the first time, realize that it actuallylookslike we’re in Hell now.
“Well, shit.”
We’re in some kind of massive underground cave that looks to be several thousand feet deep. We’re standing on cracked, scorched ground, and behind us, the Hellgate burns sanguine, and scary looking as fuck.
“So demons have to break throughthat?” I ask, shaking my head with a creeped out shiver. I don’t know why anyone would want to try.
“Yes,” Iceman replies. “Today is a good day. We’re holding it pretty stable, but if it or us comes under attack, that could quickly change.”
“So where’s the Vestibule?” I ask, looking around Hell.
There must be more fire somewhere, because the cave is lit up with flickering flames that cast a dark, orangish glow along the crevices. There’s a heaviness to this place that I feel but can’t quite explain. It doesn’t feel like brimstone and doom and the promises of pain like I would have expected, but there’s a serious weight that’s laced in the air all around me. It’s like when you walk into a room and someone is waiting for you, and you just know they want to talk about some heavy, life changing shit. That’s what it feels like here.
“Down,” Crux says, answering my question and pointing at our feet.
I grimace when I see a crude stairwell ahead, leading downward further into the cave. Oddly, I sense that there are things just beyond the darkness around us. It’s like waking up from a vivid dream that slowly starts to slip from your mind’s grasp. I know something nightmarish is there, but can’t remember exactly what. Have I been here before? Or is that just what Hell feels like?
Absently, I make the mistake of following the guys as they move to peer over the edge. I instantly wish I hadn’t when I look over and discover theLord of the Ringslooking staircase that leads from Mordor. “Dammit, can’t you guys make a fucking elevator?”
Iceman’s blue eyes glitter with amusement. “It’s not supposed to be easy to reach a Hellgate, Delta. The point is to deter as many as possible on both sides.”
“Right,” I say as I look over again to try and see the bottom of the stairs. I can’t. It’s too deep. “What happens if I go over the edge?”
“Don’t go over the edge,” Crux says quickly.
“Well, I’m not going to on purpose,” I reply with exasperation. “But what if I fall?”
“Don’t fall.”
“Well that’s fucking comforting!” I say a little shrilly, and in the massive cavern, my voice reverberates back to me. I smirk and look over. “Echo,” I say, listening as his name repeats back to me.
“What?” the demon asks.
“Echo,” I repeat, barely suppressing a grin.
He frowns at me. “What, Delta?”
“Ec—”
“Dude. She’s fucking with you,” Crux says with a grin, elbowing him in the side. “Seriously, for someone who’s probably heard them all, those Echo jokes just go right over that buzzed head of yours.”
Echo blinks as realization dawns on him. He reaches over and pokes me in the side,rightin my only ticklish spot. I jump back with a squeal, hiding behind Iceman as I cover my mouth and laugh.
“For fuck’s sake. Stop acting like children and let’s go before any Outer Ringers come here to check out the sounds,” Jerif says before pushing past us. He starts walking down the steps, and I stick my tongue out at his back.
