Mirabella’s face was pale by the time they finally reached the upper part of Devil’s Den. The wild pounding of music, the smell of smoke and sweat, and the strange sights she had witnessed below still haunted her mind. Her lips trembled faintly, but she said nothing. She felt a strong urge to get away from all the noise and faces.

Hunter was silent beside her. For once, he wasn’t pushing her. He wasn’t demanding she accept his world, wasn’t ordering her to look at him or anything ...