Chapitre 85: Chapter 13

From the moment he stepped foot in Hell, Titus felt out of his element. It was more than just the difference between here and Earth. There was something about the place that made him feel small. Insignificant.

He didn't like it one bit.

A few times since they'd crossed, he'd been tempted to turn around. Why had he come here?

Because he honestly didn't know why he kept risking his life.

Adara didn't need him.

On the contrary, she was better equipped to handle this place than he was. Yet, he tagged along, a third wheel forced to watch as the bond between her and Desmond refused to die.

Did she truly think she hated the Dark Lord? Because it was evident to everyone but her that she cared.

And so did Desmond.

That was what made it hardest to watch. Desmond showed a softness toward her that evaporated for everyone else. The male was an arrogant ass, overly confident, violent, and then to compound matters, he was intelligent and capable.