But the Demon God didn't respond. He turned to Ren, offering his arm like a gentleman. "Coming?"
Ren looked up at Kai. His expression was rigid, his grip reluctant. He didn't like this, didn't trust it. But he had to rely on her decision.
"I'll be fine," she murmured.
Damn, he cursed himself. She slipped her hand from his and stepped forward, walking beside the demon god into the waiting shadows.
With a graceful sweep of his hand, the Demon God sliced the air, and in a single step, the dark hall melted into a sun-drenched garden. Birdsong filtered through the leaves and felt delicate and bright. A soft breeze carried the scent of earth and blossoms, brushing coolly against her skin. Ren inhaled, then sneezed, startled. Oh, that was embarrassing.
"Apologies," she murmured.
He smiled faintly. "Did you think the Demon God of the Underworld lived in fire and torment, surrounded by beasts feasting on blood?"
Actually… yes, that was exactly what she'd imagined.
