Mendax watched me with interest. “Yes, and it is the same for the Unseelie royals,” he replied. “They are automatically granted admission to Tartarus, no matter how good they have been.” He stared straight through me while everyone else just watched. “Adversely, they work as the other realm’s punishment or peace, depending on what would be most torturous or joyful to that particular fae,” said Eli. “So, you went to hell and came back,” I mumbled, unable to peel my eyes from him. “I’ve told you from the beginning, there was nothing that would stop me from returning to you,” Mendax answered.
