“It’s what I made out of his nonsense. Death can’t bring a mortal back from the dead – it would break every Immortal Code there is. I may be wrong, but what if …”
Kris didn’t hear Kiki’s words. Instead he mulled over the notion that Death had sought out Rhyn. Their eldest brother, Andre, had spoken long ago about talking to Death on several occasions. Whatever passed between them, Andre had never trusted the deity. Their father as well had been a distant acquaintance to the elusive deity. Death had visited the leaders of the Council – and Rhyn.
The Council had broken under Kris’s leadership and been kept together only by Rhyn. No one gave the half-demon credit for anything but brute force, and yet, none of them knew him after his years in Hell. He’d returned coarse and violent, the opposite of the man Kris was. But he hadn’t run away, even when openly scorned by those around him. Rhyn hadn’t backed down when defending a woman they all were bound by Immortal Code to protect. Rhyn was the reason the Immortals had survived Darkyn’s attack at the castle.
At that moment, Kris couldn’t help resenting both Rhyn and Death or hoping Death’s visit to Rhyn hadn’t been her way of showing support for Andre’s successor.
“Kris,” Kiki snapped. “What do you think?”
Kris felt as if he’d glimpsed his fate – and it wasn’t good. He shook out his shoulders, trying to focus on whatever it was Kiki had been talking about.
“Run that by me again,” Kris said.
Kiki frowned. “I think Katie is alive.”
“Not possible. We saw her die.”
“There was no body.”
“Gabe can take mortals and Immortals straight to the underworld, bodies and all,” Kris said.
“You got a better explanation? If Death told Rhyn she would give him Katie back, then Katie can’t be dead.”
“If that’s true, why would Death promise to bring her back?”
“That’s what I can’t figure out,” Kiki admitted. “But I know where he’s going.”
“You can’t be serious about following him. It’s forbidden for us to travel uninvited into Death’s domain.”