A few more days, and even I wouldn't have been able to undo what Wynn did.
Your illness, Wynn, Past-Death.
"If I had that originally, Wynn couldn't have almost killed me and I wouldn't be here now," she murmured.
"He lost no time in turning you," Wynn said.
Wynn was unable to hide his surprise this time.
Wynn took up position in a seat near the bed.
He wouldn't say much else, other than she cannot be fixed with the magic of Hell, Wynn explained.
"I was waiting in the portal room with her when Darkyn came to tell me I wasn't leaving," Wynn said with mild amusement.
Don't screw over his mate, Wynn finished.
She traded me to him, Wynn, like I'm nothing.
Wynn studied her, warmth in his eyes.
"How could you, Wynn?" she asked, with more emotion than she intended.
Wynn was looking at her again, an odd light in his eyes.
I offered Wynn and Past-Death deals for your safety.
Past-Death said Darkyn kept Wynn, and the birdie told me awhile ago the reason I think he did.
I know better than to trust Wynn, she said with a sigh.
She'd be helping Wynn out of Hell as well.
Yet the alternative was that Darkyn probably killed Wynn tomorrow, when he failed.
She knocked, and Wynn answered.
Wynn paced to the desk in one corner, pushing the papers around with frustration.
"Fate is a cruel master," Wynn said.
"I do," Wynn said in a considering tone.
She heard what was behind his message, the cunning edge Darkyn didn't try to hide behind pretty words like Wynn did.
"I miss my friend Wynn," she admitted softly.
Wynn faced her, alerted by the note in her voice.
Wynn paced in the closet –sized portal room.
Which meant Darkyn wasn't done with Wynn yet.
This thought, of what the demon lord might do to the poor girl who had suffered enough, was what made Wynn feel guiltiest.
What if he wasn't strong enough yet to fix the chain-of-events that Wynn had unknowingly started?
"Wynn. Nice to see you again," she said with a cool smile.
Suspecting it had belonged to the goddess who was Death, Wynn still wasn't expecting anyone in their right mind to revive the most dreaded of the deities.
"I don't want to know what you did to rewrite the mating laws," Wynn said.
"Lord Darkyn says you will await him," a demon delivered the same message Wynn received a few minutes before.
In the meantime, Wynn was trapped in a room that felt way too small with the deity he meant to kill instead of the human he almost succeeded in killing.
Wynn didn't want to imagine what Darkyn did to the sweet girl he left behind in Hell.
Wynn pitied her but wasn't about to ask any favors of the demon lord that didn't involve Wynn leaving Hell – and Deidre – behind.
Past-Death hadn't felt the sting of reality that Wynn learned the hard way his second time around.
Neither a hero nor a Good Samaritan, Wynn found himself retreating to the far wall, in case the worst-case scenario happened, and one of the powerful creatures decided to act.
Wynn watched their exchange, fascinated by the idea of seeing two bloodthirsty deities try to outwit one another.