I mean, after dropping all that shit on me, the least he could do would be to give me some good news.
“If I tell you, it changes the future,” he called back. Turning to face me, he glanced at my necklace, the one that pushed the darkness back so I could use my light gifts. “Take the necklace off for tonight. It’ll only hinder you.”
Then he was gone.
Mother eff.
I felt a panic attack at the edges of my mind. Me training with Lucifer and living in Hell? Was James completely mad? I would never do that. There was no situation I could think of that would ever make that happen. Not even with a gun to my head.
The door popped open then and Shea urged me inside.
“We’ve been paired for our first fight,” she told me, slightly paler than her usual color.
I’d have to push this to the back of my mind—way back—and focus on my mom and Mikey. She was all we had left, and I was bringing her home tonight.
I unclasped my necklace and slipped it in my pocket, earning me a raised eyebrow from Shea.
“If they’re going to fight dirty, so are we,” I exclaimed.
Besides, I was pretty sure the necklace didn’t really work anyway. Not like it did before I went into Hell to get Sera.
Chapter Seventeen
They’d also assigned us the big fenced-in ring for our fight, while others were stationed at various taped-off areas outside on the field. The first few fights were just to whittle the numbers down, take out the weak.
As we made our way out to the main ring, the booing started. Shea flipped them off, and they started to roar in excitement. Demon City loved people who were pissed off.
My eyes flicked to the upper corners of the room, to where there were cameras stationed in the eaves. This was totally televised, and even though I’d told her not to, I knew my mother would watch.
“Oh good. This dude grabbed my ass first day of school, and that chick pinned me down when I got my death mark. They’re both dead,” Shea informed me through gritted teeth, pointing to our new fighters. The guy was a mountain of a man and clearly over the age limit of twenty-one. He had a full-on beard and smelled of a Beast Shifter. The chick was totally a Dark Mage; looking into her glassy black eyes made my skin crawl. Of course they’d paired us with one of the strongest teams for our first fight. Trying to take us out or injure us in the very beginning seemed to be their plan.
The crowd roared as the gates to the cage opened and the two fighters made their way in.
I saw Lincoln, Chloe, and Luke just off to the side, smooshed into the front row.
My hand caught Shea’s arm. “If it gets life threatening, you make a portal back to the academy, okay?” I told her.
She rolled her eyes. “We’re not leaving here without Mom.”
She’d said it again. Not “your mom,” but “Mom.” That meant our mom. Everything within me welled up at our shared love for that woman.
“I love you, Shea.” I tried not to let my voice catch.
“Stop it.” She punched my arm lightly. “We got this.”
A laugh escaped my throat but quickly died down when I caught sight of Grim. The demon was standing near the open cage gates, glaring at us.
I figured he’d be there, but why did he look like he wanted to talk to me? He’d signed the deal in blood; there was no way he could go back.
When we reached him, and his sulfuric scent, he leaned in. “I found a buyer for your mom and the clinic. Five hundred grand. If you don’t win tonight, I sell her.”
If that didn’t add fuel to the fire, I didn’t know what would.
“We’re going to win. You’re going to get your prize money, and we’re taking my mom,” I spat, then blasted past him and into the cage.
“Allllllll right, Demon City!” an announcer roared. “We have a special treat tonight. Two students from Fallen Academy think they’re better than our fighters!”
The crowd booed, except for three distinct cheers. Lincoln, Chloe, and Luke were going to get jumped by the crowd if they didn’t shut up, but I couldn’t focus on them right now.
I let my black wings pop out then and the booing stopped, turning into complete silence marked with a few gasps.
Take that, you judgy bastards.
“Shall we see what these two princesses have for us?” the announcers asked, and the crowd went wild.
An older man, an Abrus demon with gray streaks in his hair, stepped into the cage and met our eyes, looking briefly at my tattoo. He had an evil air about him, above and beyond that of the searing yellow eyes and red felt horns protruding from his forehead. When his eyes met mine, gooseflesh broke out on my arms. “Place your weapons on the floor in the middle of the cage,” he instructed.