About Blood Redemption
Trapped in the Dark Realms, Caspia finds herself the unwitting leader of a growing Nephilim rebellion. Plagued by strange dreams and intrigue, she learns to master her Azalene abilities when all she wants is to find her way back home.
To Whitfield. To Ethan.
But a new enemy gathers, and it isn’t just Belial. To avoid another Nephilim war, the Realms of Light decide to attack their ancient enemy first. Caspia, her hometown, and everyone she loves happens to be in the way. With the Light poised to strike from one side, and the Dark Realms on the other, she and Ethan must fight their way back to each other and try to protect the life they’ve built.
I came here with a plan.
I thought I knew what I was doing.
I thought there would be at least one person I could trust.
Was it the drops of angel’s blood throbbing through my veins that made me such a dangerous combination of arrogant and stupid, or was that a trait I could claim solely as my own?
As I sat half-curled around my knees, I tried to breathe through the panic that threatened to pull me back into a dead faint. Sucking cracks of eye-stinging pain centered in the back of my skull and radiated outward. I kept my eyes fixed firmly on the jagged flagstone floor. The heavy dark stones were so cold beneath me that my butt and thighs were going numb through the thin barrier of designer French denim. I winced as I remembered how quickly I’d thrown the jeans on in one of Asheroth’s identical white bedrooms. Had it really been only a few hours ago?
I trusted Ethan. I had trusted Jack. Both of them knew exactly who ruled the Twilight Kingdom.
Now I did, too.
Whatever you do, don’t scream.
There is some hope your innocence may protect you.
I felt sick, and it went much deeper than a head wound.
I kept my head down, my long hair the only barrier I had left. My hands twisted the denim just below my hips. Making fists helped the nausea a little, but didn’t do a thing for the anger I knew ebbed against my temporary stupor.
When warm rough fingers brushed my hair behind one ear, I froze. His touch felt so familiar, like Ethan’s before he changed. It was a touch so comfortable I wanted to lean into it. But a demon’s embrace was the last thing I needed when I was sick and hurting and afraid. I launched myself backwards and away before I could stop to think.
Jack was at my side in an instant, his arms around my shoulder, his intense whisper in my ear more hiss than comfort. “You hit your head.” He tugged on me like he wanted me up, and quickly, but I shrugged him off. His words became rapid fire bullets. “You should try to stand, Caspia. If there is any way at all you can stand on your own two feet you had better do it now because it might be the only way he’ll let you walk out of here.” I stared at him, this flesh and blood version of my dreams come to life.
More like my nightmares.
“I can’t trust any of you,” I hissed back. “You knew about this.”
He swept his eyes around the room and touched the back of my head. Bottle rockets of pain exploded across one small area at the center of my skull. “There is no one else.” My blood covered three of his fingers. He brought them up between us like he was making some kind of vow. “Remember that. If you don’t trust me, fine. But don’t trust anyone else in this place either. That would be the worst mistake you could make.”
“Enough,” said the low cultured voice I remembered from before I passed out. “I don’t want Miss Chastain bleeding from a head wound on my floor.” And I found myself swept up in arms so familiar, so momentarily welcome, that I almost forgot where I was.
In a place called The Twilight Kingdom. With Belial, a demon who’d been hunting me for an as-yet-to-be determined amount of time. A demon that looked almost exactly like my Ethan.
I wrenched myself backwards, but Belial held me tightly by my forearm. “Let me go,” I growled. The sudden movement made me dizzy again and I stumbled.
He fixed his eyes on me, and I suppressed the urge to shriek. I knew they were dark where Ethan’s were bright; they were, in fact, the last memory I had before passing out at his feet. But now, pulled right against his face, I could suddenly see that his eyes were a single dark abyss pulling at me. Variegated shades of the darkest kinds of twilight swirled there, obscuring any irises, if he had any. I felt myself go cold despite the burning stone fingers that held me.
Belial was blind. Or sightless, I should say, because I had learned over the long years of working for Mr. Markov that lack of sight did not necessarily mean lack of vision. My boss had fired more than one person for making that mistake. There had been the high school senior who harassed me and Amelie when he thought no one was looking. We’d suffered through exactly one weekend shift of unwelcome pinches and grabs before he suffered a nasty steam burn across both hands. Mr. Markov told him not to bother coming back. I had a feeling Belial wouldn’t be so gentle.
Dimly, I heard Jack arguing. “I’ll take her,” he insisted. “Miranda’s rooms aren’t far from ours. She can have her healed in minutes.”
“But there is the problem of transport,” Belial mused, still just inches from my face. His hand had begun to heat through my cashmere sweater. “No, Jack. I understand your eagerness. But you are dismissed.”
“But,” Jack tried to argue some more. Whatever he had been going to say was cut off with a muffled punching sound followed by a soft grunt. I dragged my eyes away from Belial’s face, which took more mental effort than I would have believed. Jack was on one knee, his head bent, with both arms around his stomach. When he looked up, banked fury burned back at me. Eyes wide, I pulled even harder against Belial, trying to go to him, but he stopped me with the tiniest shake of his head.
“I’m fine,” I lied. I didn’t know where to look so I studied the flames in the fireplace. There was no wood in it. Bones lay heaped and burning in a pile in the center of the huge fireplace. I remembered how there had been no trees when Jack and I walked here. What else would they burn? Bonefire, my shocked mind tried to process, but couldn’t. I filed it away numbly. “I can walk on my own.” I forced my lips to form the words.
Bones. The warmth I felt came from bonefire. What kind of bones, I didn’t want to know. Ever.
Belial ignored me. “Go. Now,” he commanded Jack. His words were clipped.
Jack nodded and swallowed hard. He jackknifed to attention, bowing slightly from the waist as if he hadn’t just been punched there. “Of course.” He wouldn’t even look at me. He spared one nod for Belial before spinning on his bare heel and practically sprinting back the way we’d come.
Leaving me alone with a demon who wore my boyfriend’s face.
That face smiled at me now. “Good. I’ve waited quite a long time for your arrival.”
I nodded hesitantly. The movement made me wince. How to ask what I really wanted to know without giving away too much? “I… When I left. There were,” I exhaled against the sheer insanity of the word. “Hellhounds. Attacking my town.”
His eyes narrowed. “No questions.”
I could only stare at him. “What?” I asked, confused.
“No questions.” He released me and reached for the beautiful fox with the reddish gold fur, cradling it like it was something very valuable to him. “You’ll come with me, and do as you’re told, and ask no questions of any kind.”
Logan has always told me my temper would get me in terrible trouble one day. I used to laugh and tell him I didn’t have a temper, that surely he had me confused with his other sister. But I felt the truth of his warning now. I forgot that I was in the Dark Realms, face to face with an ancient creature that literally held the power of life or death over me. I didn’t care what he might do to me. Instead, I advanced on him. “Like hell I won’t.” My hands formed into fists on their own. “I will ask any question I damn well please, and you’d better answer it.”
He looked more amused than anything else. When my fist actually connected with his face, amusement changed to something else. Something sharp and eager. As I felt the bones in my hand break, I heard him murmur, “How this will hurt him.”
For the second time in one day, I passed out at a demon’s feet.