“How will you get out of Hell?” she asked. “If you need Rhyn to get in, do you need him to get out?”
“Hopefully he doesn’t ditch us,” he said with forced lightness. “You’re too precious to me to worry. I’ll be back in a day or so, I promise.”
“You don’t know that. I heard the Immortal underworld is an awful place. What if Death decides to keep you or Rhyn drops you in Hell forever? What will I do? I’d rather die with you.”
“You’ll be treated well among the Immortals for the rest of your life.”
Hannah raised an eyebrow.
“We take care of our own,” he said.
“Except for Rhyn.”
“He’s a half-demon. He doesn’t belong in either world. I’ve gotta get ready to go. Please, don’t worry, Hannah,” Kris said. “It’s late. Go get some rest.”
“You won’t change your mind.”
“No.”
She hesitated then kissed him on the cheek and turned to go. Kris watched her, unable to shake the uncanny sense it was the last time he’d see her.