"Did they kill the two hellhounds you have?" I ask Axel, hoping my wish came true.

He crosses his arms. "King told you about the two we hold?"

"King did more than tell me, he showed me. Alcohol didn't numb the sight of them or the smell." I can't help the revulsion running over my skin and I shiver.

Axel's fingers are steepled and he softly thrums them together. "Did he explain what they are?"

He's being careful. He must know if I find out certain things ...