The plan had sounded simple, step into Hell and save a Tree.
That was all I had needed to do. However, that plan was becoming more complicated by the minute and that list was growing eternally bigger.
Like, killing demonic Queens.
Removing Claiming Hexes.
Outrunning hungry beasts.
And mainly, trying not to piss off Vampire boyfriends any more than being constantly kidnapped down in Hell is likely to do. And now fate had chosen me to be its blood queen.
Only one fuelled by...
The Roots of Rage.
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