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Three Trials (The Dark Side #2)
Author:Kristy Cunning

Three Trials (The Dark Side #2)

Kristy Cunning

Thank you for reading! Welcome to the dark side…

Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.

You knew I was going to say it eventually.

Chapter 1

Just a suggestion: When the Devil says, “Let the games begin,” see if you can run in the opposite direction. If not, put on your big girl panties. Someone might die.

“First ten across the line will ascend,” Cain, the Devil’s son, says as he takes over. “Even if everyone else dies, if no one crosses the finish line, then no one wins.”

“The Devil wants to see what will happen to us if we die,” Jude growls. “Has to be what’s going on. All that shit about not knowing our situation was bullshit.”

“I’m not really sure what we were thinking by trusting the Devil to begin with,” Ezekiel mutters just loud enough for me to hear it.

I turn again, finding the Devil practically excited as he grins so broadly and continues to stare at them.

“Even if we manage to survive a land no one outside of hell’s belly residents or royals have ever survived, we have to remember Lucifer built this course. It’ll be full of illusions that could send us in circles. We’ll never get out of here if he doesn’t want us to,” Gage states quietly.

It reminds me of that palace and how I kept going in circles even when I passed through walls. I couldn’t get out until I focused on them and zapped myself to them.

I’m not sure what happens. Between them talking about the fact they’ll never get out of hell’s belly and the Devil laughing like he’s enjoying every minute of this, I snap.

A haze comes over me, and I move away from the guys as they continue to talk to each other. Slipping by people and through people, I make my way toward Lucifer as the acidic power burns at my fingertips, demanding to be set free as the dull echo of my heartbeat pulses in my veins.

Lucifer’s eyes are still gazing toward the left, watching the guys as they talk about their impending doom. Every single ounce of fear and dread rolls through me, becoming a force that has to be released.

My hand flies out without another thought, and Lucifer’s eyes widen seconds before he’s launched across the room.

He slams through a crowd people before crashing against a wall, dropping to the ground with a heavy clap. But when he starts laughing instead of screaming in pain, my hand wavers then lowers slowly.

A sick feeling slithers up me as a bit of hopelessness joins alongside it. Lucifer just dusts himself off, still grinning, completely unaffected.

The rest of the party has gone silent, all eyes on the Devil as they worry about what happens next.

“Somebody is really not happy about this course,” Lucifer says loudly, then laughs along with a few other psychopaths.

His eyes narrow even as a smile stays on his lips, and he looks around like he’s searching for me.

Feeling a hollowness at the proof I can’t take the Devil down, I turn and walk swiftly back to the guys, nervous the Devil will beat me to them. As soon as I’m to them, Jude gives me smirk and an arched eyebrow.

“Any particular reason you just threw the Devil across the room in front of everyone? Or are you just suicidal? He’ll know that was you,” he points out.

I look back just as Lucifer predictably starts making his way over here.

“You know that acid power I have that eats people from the inside out?” I ask them.

“Yes,” Ezekiel says hesitantly.

“I didn’t throw the Devil across the room,” I say as Lucifer draws closer, his smile scarily widening with each step he takes. “I used the acid power on him.”

Jude mutters a curse under his breath, and he passes through me, standing in front of me as the Devil nears.

“Seems like someone is a little riled up. Tell me what she is saying,” Lucifer tells them.

I thought Lamar was my friend, but apparently his main priority is to the Devil, to hell with everyone else. Even though I never thought the Devil would be more intrigued with me upon discovering I have a gender, I’m sure Lamar knew.

“She’s saying she will find a way to kill this evil son of a bitch if anything happens to you guys in there,” I bite out, stepping closer to Jude’s back.

Kai chokes back some sound, and Jude smirks. “She says she’s sorry,” Jude lies. “She knows she was terribly out of line, but she has no true gauge of right from wrong, as she’s not an actual being.”

I glare at the back of his head.

“That’s not at all what I said, and a touchable vagina makes me very much an actual being. My independent thoughts and emotions make me a being too, but mostly the vagina. And it’s a good vagina, by the way. Not an evil one, despite the house vote.”

I ramble when I’m stressed out, it appears.

Gage mutters something under his breath that I don’t catch.

“I have a feeling that’s not entirely true,” Lucifer says, that deceptive mask of amusement on his face. “However, the next time she wants to strike me, tell her to make sure I can strike her back. There should always be a balance.”

He turns and walks away, and I flip him off to his back.

“Balance my ass. If that didn’t even leave a mark on him, then he has a much bigger upper hand than I do,” I snap, feeling way too frustrated and struggling to get my temper under control.

I want this entire place to burn to the ground with the Devil in it. Or maybe ice would be the counter to kill the man who can withstand fiery acid.

“You need to calm down. You didn’t get this upset when you thought Manella was trying to kill us,” Kai says from too close behind me.

“My power wouldn’t work on him, yet it flowed through me to hit the Devil. It only works to protect you, so what does that tell you?” I growl, eyes still on Lucifer as he takes a seat in his throne and lazily lounges like he has all the time in the world to watch them die.

My fists ball at my side, and I struggle not to go whole. I almost think he knows what I am and is trying to lure me into some sort of trap.

“You already tried to kill him, and it didn’t work. Maybe your power is trying to tell you something still. You forget you’re stronger than you were when you attempted to kill Manella,” Gage says from my side, moving closer.

They’re surrounding me and trying to get me to calm down?

“Why are you defending him?” I ask incredulously, feeling an understandable pang of betrayal.

Gage actually looks a little surprised, then his eyes narrow as anger settles into his features. “I’m not trying to defend him. I’m trying to defuse you before you turn whole and he kills you in front of us.”

If he hadn’t just admitted they’ve only kept me around for a power boost, I’d almost think he sounds and looks like he gives a damn right about now.