A trip to Hell was nobody’s vacation destination unless you were a fan of insufferable heat waves. The portal dumped us in a vast, empty field devoid of grass and even weeds. Black ash whirled around our feet like dozens of tiny tornadoes.
Instinctively, Ace reached for my hand and squeezed. “Don’t let go.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. “Which way?”
My husband’s gaze bounced around the barren landscape before he pointed with his free hand. “My best guess would be that hill in the distance. Looks like it’s the only structure.”
From where we stood, the building appeared to be some sort of church. Hopefully, it was the same place Jacob mentioned.
The hair at the nape of my neck lifted as the carmine clouds churned in the oxblood sky. When the wailing began, my body tensed. “Ace, maybe we should move.”
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