Shade stood in the heart of the underworld, surrounded by killers, thieves, and those who thrived in the dark.
And none of them scared him.
Because right now?
The only thing that mattered was her.
Jade was dying.
And Shade was about to sell his soul to save her.
Selene leaned against the altar at the center of the chamber, watching him with predatory amusement. The underground temple had once been a place of worship—before the Vultures claimed it for something darker. Candles flickered in the dim light, casting jagged shadows against the stone walls.
Shade exhaled. "You said you could help."
Selene smirked. "I can."
Shade's voice was ice. "Then do it."
Selene stepped closer, her fingers ghosting over his chest. "Power comes at a cost, Shade."
Shade didn't move. "Name it."
Selene traced a slow circle over his heart, her touch light, teasing. "I don't want your money. I don't want your loyalty."
Her lips brushed his ear.
"I want you."
Shade's muscles tensed.
Selene chuckled. "What's wrong? Afraid you'll like it?"
Shade clenched his jaw. "You think this is a game?"
Selene grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. "Oh, it is a game, Shade. And right now? I'm the only one who can win it for you."
She turned, walking toward the blood-stained altar. "Lucian was only a piece of something bigger. You think killing him ended this? You think the things inside you are gone?" She laughed softly. "Oh, darling. You haven't even begun to understand what you are."
Shade's patience was razor-thin. "I don't care about any of that. Just fix her."
Selene tilted her head. "And if I do?"
Shade didn't hesitate. "I'll give you what you want."
Selene's lips curled. "And what do you think I want, Shade?"
Shade exhaled. "Me."
Selene smiled. "Good boy."