GenaShowalter

Lordsof the Underworld

THEDARKEST PRISON

PROLOGUE

Reyes,once an immortal warrior for the gods, now possessed by the demon ofPain and living in Budapest, entered his bedroom. He was drenched insweat and panting from the force of his workout. Because he could notexperience pleasure without physical suffering, the burn in hismuscles had excited him. As always, his gaze sought out his woman andhe palmed the blade they preferred to use during their loveplay. Shewas sitting at the edge of their big bed, lovely features drawn tightas she studied the canvas in front of her. A canvas she’dpropped on an easel and lowered so that she had a direct view. Blondhair fell to her shoulders in wild disarray, as if she’dtangled her fingers through the thick mass multiple times, and shewas chewing on her bottom lip. Sex could wait. She was troubled, andhe would be unable to think of anything else until he’d solvedthis dilemma for her. So he sheathed the blade.

“Somethingwrong, angel?” Her eyes lifted and landed on him, worry intheir emerald depths. She offered him a small smile.

“I’mnot sure.”

“Well,why don’t I help you figure it out?” Anything thatbothered her, he would dispatch. No hesitation. For her happiness, hewould do anything, kill anyone.

“Iwould like that, thank you.”

“ShallI shower before I join you?”

“No.I like you just how you are.”

Darlingwoman. But he didn’t like the thought of dirtying her prettyclothes. He quickly grabbed a towel from the bathroom and rubbedhimself dry. Only then did he settle behind his woman, his legsencasing hers, his arms wrapping around her waist. Breathing deeplyof her wild storm scent, he rested his chin in the hollow of her neckand followed the direction of her gaze. What he saw surprised him. It