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Автор: Gena Showalter
Издательство: HarperCollins
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href="#ulink_75f681b1-aa66-5647-ab81-774dbc176797">Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Epilogue

       Lords of the Underworld: Insider’s Guide

       Dear Reader

       Who’s Dating Whom?

       The Darkest Day

       The Authors Want To Know

       Recruit or Kill?

       Maddox

       Lucien

       Reyes

       Paris

       Aeron

       Torin

       Sabin

       Gideon

       Cameo

       Amun

       Strider

       Kane

       Galen

       Baden

       Pandora

       OTHER DEMON-POSSESSED WARRIORS OF NOTE (non-mates)

       Top Ten Hellhound Rules for Humans

       The Who's Who to Whom

       Extract

       Copyright

The Darkest Torment

      “There’s a time and place for killing.

      Never and nowhere.”

      —Baden, the Gentleman of Mount Olympus,

      pre-beheading

      “There’s a time and place for killing.

      Always and anywhere.”

      —Baden, fearsome Lord of the Underworld,

      post-resurrection

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      “Benefits to having me as your ally? You have me as your ally. Enough said.”

      —Hades, one of the nine kings of the underworld

      GUILT COULD NOT change the past. Worry could not change the future. And yet, both followed Baden with relentless determination. One brandished a barbed whip, the other a serrated blade, and though he had no visible wounds, he bled buckets every—damned—day.

      The constant stream of pain provoked the beast. Upon his return from the dead, the creature moved into his mind. His new companion was far worse than any demon. And he should know! The fiend resented the physical cage...was starved for prey.

      Kill someone. Kill everyone!

      It was the beast’s war cry. A command Baden heard whenever someone approached him. Or looked at him. Or simply breathed. The urge to obey always followed...

      I will not kill, he vowed. He was not the beast, but separate.

      Easily said. Harder to enforce. He prowled from one corner of his bedroom to the other and yanked at the collar of his shirt, ripping the soft cotton in an effort to assuage the constant discomfort. His too-sensitive skin needed continuous soothing. Another perk of returning from the dead.

      The butterfly he’d tattooed on his chest hadn’t helped the pain, quickly becoming an itch he couldn’t scratch. But he couldn’t regret getting the image. The jagged wings and horned antennae resembled the mark of the demon