The Darkest Fire (Lords of the Underworld #0.5)

by Gena Showalter

He was a slave to the demons, spawned by evil; she was a goddess, created in light.

As the goddess of Oppression, she fortified the physical barrier with only a touch. Silence was never breeched.

He bothered because without good, there would only be evil. And he had seen too much evil.

To save her and finally win her heart, Geryon had willingly given himself to the dark prince—and

“Your walls have been compromised, and a horde of demons fight to escape.” The prince quickly lost his smile. “You lie. They would not dare.”

Innocence should never be taken from the undeserving.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked softly, and there was a catch in her voice. Oh, yes. You stole a heart I could not afford to give.

Violence, Death and the like were Demon Lords. While minions enjoyed their prey’s agony, their main focus was the fulfillment of a basic need: hunger. The Lords cared only for the agony. Prolonging it, increasing it to the depths of insanity. And the more agony they inflicted, the more screams they elicited, the stronger they became.

“Perhaps because my heart is so completely yours, there’s nothing left to master.”