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    Walking through the halls, he made sure to keep himself hidden in the many shadows of the castle. One of his gifts in the underworld was the ability to melt into the darkness without hardly any effort at all. It was easier than being completely invisible, which used up more of his magic. Cheyenne wouldn't be hard to find. There was only one place in the underworld that appealed to her interests — the garden.
    Unlike the rest of the underworld, the garden was vibrant and full of life. Flowers of all colors and sizes bloomed in its small quarters. In the center was a pristine pool of water. When he walked into the garden, he felt a shift in his energy. He wasn't losing any of his power, but he also wasn't gaining anything new either. Something was different, and it had everything to do with the flowers. Or maybe it was Cheyenne herself. He'd never been close to her in the underworld. Perhaps both of them were stronger in their true domain. Too many questions. Perhaps Mr. Thantos will be able to tell me more than I thought, because if anyone knows the answers, it'll be him.
    Quietly, Denver found a place to hide where he could see everything. A decorative stone wall with candelabras resting on top. The position seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't figure out why.
    â€œI don't know what you're talking about, rose, my husband is nowhere to be found,” Cheyenne said, lounging in a pool chair. She looked elegant and ravishing in her black bikini that was trimmed with gold coins. Over it she wore a sheer black wrap. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Something about her didn't seem right, though. She was Cheyenne, but there was another spirit present as well. Every time she moved, Denver saw a subtle fuzz around her body. Persephone the First?
    Cheyenne laughed. “I'm not in the mood to see him.” There was a pause, as if she could hear a reply that was meant only for her ears. It had to have been interesting because her head perked to the side and her brow furrowed. “I'm not sure I understand. My true love? Not the imposter?”
    Denver had to resist the urge to step out and make his presence known, to tell her everything. It was a good thing he hadn't, because Lucien entered the garden, walking only a few feet away from where Denver was hiding. He could have sworn he noticed the plants shift on their own, as if to cover him further from view. So long as they're on my side, I'm not going to complain.
    â€œImposter? My love, who are you talking to?” Lucien asked. He knelt down next to Cheyenne and put a hand on her shoulder.
    Much to Denver's delight, Cheyenne let out a scoff.
    â€œNot you,” she stated.
    â€œWhich is why I asked,” Lucien said, his fists clenching at his side for a brief moment.
    She adjusted her covering so that it was more over her body. “The roses were sharing some gossip with me. They must have noticed your stench making its way across the castle.”
    The demon's slate gray eyes narrowed. “Interesting. Why are you angry with me? I understand your displeasure from before. After all, your host body was traumatized, and for that I don't think I can forgive myself. The fact that you can is a miracle to me, and a true show of your heart. But now I don't see what I am doing wrong. Have I not been attentive enough to you?”
    Cheyenne blew a strand of loose hair away from her face. “My gift doesn't want much to do with my host body, nor does my host want much to do with him. It hurts them both and frustrates me.”
    â€œI'm sorry to hear that. Do you want me to do something about it? I'm sure I can make the boy comply.” Lucien smirked.
    â€œNo,” she said, her tone stiff. “I do not need you to do anything to him. He's been hurt enough because of all this. You know how I feel about innocent people being brought into our relationship. I'll figure it out on my own.” They had to be talking about Zes. It certainly