Then she replied in the old tongue, “No one has spoken that language in this world for fifteen thousand years.” Bryce rubbed at her face. Had she traveled in time, somehow? Or did Hel occupy a different time and— “Please,” she said. “I need to find Prince Aidas.” “I do not know who that is.” “Apollion, then. Surely you know the Prince of the Pit.” “I do not know of such people. This world is not Hel.” Bryce slowly shook her head. “I … Then where am I?” She surveyed the silent others, the winged males and the other Fae female, who stared coolly. “What world is this?”
