Book Eight: Chapter 114

“And damnation,” Mike added.

“And now you know why demons want them so bad. They are already damned.” Nyx paused and sniffed at the air. “I smell woodsmoke. And...meat?” She cocked her head to one side.

Mike inhaled deeply, but wasn’t sure if he actually smelled anything or if his mind was making stuff up. At his side, Cerberus sniffed the air, then each head nodded.

“Not. Too. Far.” The hellhound sniffed the air again. “Smell. People. Too.”

“People?” Nyx frowned. “Fae or human?”

“We. Don’t. Know.” Each head scrunched up its features as they sniffed again. “Too. Many. Scents.”

“We kin talk about it all day or jus’ go have a look,” muttered Sulyvahn. “As long as we don’t stray from the path, it’s not a problem.”

Nyx nodded, and the group continued. The woods became incredibly dense around them as the path wound aimlessly back and forth. When Mike would look over his shoulder and realize that the path had actually shifted after their passing.