"I guess I don't know what's good for me." She shrugged, and walked proud, even managing a tiny grin. It was fucking hard, ignoring that she was naked, and that she was walking between two enormous demons who'd just double teamed a big tiger lady. Now it was her between them, and it made her mind wander to scary, sexy thoughts.

"Regardless," Diogo said. "This is Death's Grip. We have no use for armies here, or grand marches and parades, or ridiculous spectacles. We are hard and simple, as the land is."

"The land. Hell? I suppose it is land."

"She is a cruel bitch of blood and pain, and...