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  Title Page

  Legal Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

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  Grave Concerns

  HELL RAISING AND OTHER PASTIMES

  JAYCE CARTER

  Hell Raising and Other Pastimes

  ISBN # 978-1-83943-514-0

  ©Copyright Jayce Carter 2021

  Cover Art by Louisa Maggio ©Copyright June 2021

  Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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  Book two in the

  Grave Concerns series

  People have told me to go to hell—I guess they finally got their wish.

  I’ve finally accepted the fact that I might not be entirely human, but still life doesn’t give me a break. Instead, I’m sucked into hell at Lucifer’s demand, and realize death is even more complicated than my life was.

  I have to survive hell—where everything wants to kill me—so I can confront the devil himself. My love life is even more complex, though. Troy is terrified of his werewolf side hurting me, Kase and Grant are lying to me and Hunter is keeping his own secrets. I know better than to trust anyone, especially the men who have taken over my life.

  Get to Lucifer’s Court, find out the truth about the missing spirits, figure out exactly what I am and try not to die along the way. Oh, and don’t fall in love with the men who will for sure break my heart and possibly get me killed.

  Easy enough, right?

  Dedication

  To all my fellow ADHDers:

  Move that load of laundry to the dryer!

  Chapter One

  So, hell was pretty much what I’d expected.

  Troy sat across from me in a small cave we’d taken shelter in, still avoiding looking at me, turning the spit with something cooking on it over the fire.

  I had decided against asking what it was they were roasting, because I doubted any answer to that would make me happy.

  If it were some strange hellbeast, I’d be grossed out, and if it were a cute, fluffy critter, I’d be sad.

  Some questions were better left unasked, such as “Do I look fat in these?” or “Do you think my sister is hot?” and “What animal did this come from?”

  Hunter came into the cave looking far too happy, as though he’d been waiting anxiously for just this moment. Hell, he was almost skipping.

  Kase, on his heels, appeared significantly less pleased with the turn of events.

  “I love the smell of brimstone in the morning.” Hunter set down an oddly shaped cup in front of me.

  I took a closer look at the dish, the white of it standing out against the dimness of the everything else. “Where’d you get this?”

  “Don’t worry about it. Drink. You mortals get parched fast out here.”

  His answer didn’t ease me at all, so I lifted the cup closer to the fire. The white took a moment to place, and once I did, I couldn’t unsee it. “Is this bone?”

  Hunter groaned and sat cross-legged on the other side of the fire. “I told you not to worry about it.”

  “You can’t seriously expect me to drink out of a bone cup.”

  “I have skulls, if they’re more your style.”

  I was ready to yell at him for the stupid joke until I realized he probably wasn’t kidding. Somehow, the idea that Hunter had a collection of fine china made from bones in hell seemed right on par for him.

  Especially the way he had no shame over it.

  “Drink,” Kase said, nodding toward it. “I doubt you want to die of dehydration while in hell.”

  “At least it’d be a short trip if I did,” I muttered before closing my eyes—it’d be easier if I didn’t have to actually see the cup—and drank the water in big gulps. I figured if I finished it off quickly, I’d have to touch the thing for less time overall.

  Which was a stupid reaction since I’d touched dead bodies plenty of times.

  But I’d never use them as flatware. There were some lines a person didn’t cross.

  The water was warm, stale and tinged with an odd taste that made me want to gag a bit as I downed it.

  Still, once I finished it, I handed back the empty cup. “Why would Lucifer drop us here? I thought he wanted to see me?”

  Hunter shrugged. “He might figure a good test would be worth it. Anyone who can’t survive a few days journey in hell isn’t someone important enough for him to meet in person. Or maybe he intended for us to get dropped in his Court, but something went wrong. Magic doesn’t work quite right on you.”

  “Things aren’t supposed to just go wrong
for Lucifer.”

  “Then you don’t know Lucifer. Remember the whole fall from heaven thing? He’s had things going wrong right from the start.”

  And, again, that made me feel no better. I liked the idea that at least Lucifer had his business figured out. The thought that he was as powerless and fumbling as the rest of us gave me a moment of thinking, If he can’t get shit right, what chance do I have?

  I sighed and crossed my legs, leaning forward. Great. We were stuck in hell, had no idea why I was where I there and now even the guy who ran it all didn’t seem to have a good grip on specifics.

  The only person happy about our circumstances was Hunter, who grinned as though he couldn’t have planned things any better.

  Then again, it was his home.

  Grant was still outside, setting wards so we could get a good night’s sleep, or at least the best one could expect in a cave in hell.

  Not that there seemed to be any night. It reminded me of the pocket realm I’d met the fae in, except it didn’t get lighter or darker. It remained a constant depressing level of dim, which ranked around the super overcast and rainy level.

  When Troy finished cooking the food, he tore free a piece and held it out for me. Instead of thinking too much about it—I was really hungry—I popped it into my mouth, surprised to find it rather good.

  As long as I don’t consider what it might have been before being spit roasted or how many legs it might have had.

  “Do you think he’ll try to kill me?” I asked.

  “I doubt it,” Hunter said. “If he wanted to kill you, he could have done it without this much work. Lucifer doesn’t do anything without a reason. He calls it efficient—I call it lazy.”

  “Maybe he just wants to be able to watch me die in person,” I muttered around another bite of food.

  “We won’t let him hurt you,” Kase said.

  I gave him a withering glare in return. I didn’t get over betrayal so easily. We might have been in an entirely different realm, but I wasn’t ready to forgive him for lying to me, for hiring Grant to figure out what I was, for manipulating me. Maybe his words would have reassured me if I didn’t already doubt his loyalty so much.

  He looked as though he wanted to discuss the matter, but a glance around the cave reminded him we had an audience. Kase’s ego would never want to air dirty laundry with others in earshot.

  The perfect Kase didn’t want to not look so perfect.

  “You know, you all don’t have to be here.” I forced the words out even though I really didn’t want to say them. Still, it was only fair to give them an out.

  “What?” Grant asked as he came into the cave.

  “Well, you can make portals to and from hell, right? You might have gotten sucked in here on accident, but you don’t have to stay.”

  “Actually, we do,” he said.

  “Don’t give me that. There’s no reason for you all to risk your lives just because I evidently have an appointment with the devil.”

  Hunter shook his head, a smirk across his lips. “No, shadow-girl, what he means is that when Lucifer yanked us here, it placed a tracer on us. All of us. None of us can portal back until Lucifer removes it. The magic just won’t work for a portal. I could cross the boundary, but I couldn’t take anyone with me.”

  I blew out a breath, ashamed to admit just how relieved I was by that. Sure, I had to give them an out, but the thought of them leaving, of trying to make my way across hell by myself hadn’t been one I relished. They were stuck with me for now, and it was far more reassuring than I wanted to admit.

  “How long until we reach Lucifer’s Court?” I asked, trying to change topics.

  Hunter plucked a piece of meat from the creature and ate it with noisy bites. “Three days? Maybe five if we need a lot of stops. We ended up right at the boundary line, so it’s a long walk. If it were just me, I’d make it in a day, but you all couldn’t keep up.”

  Troy snorted. “Maybe not them, but I’m quicker than you think.”

  Hunter offered Troy a wide grin. “Yeah, but you’d keep up—maybe—if you were in your wolf form. Sadly, you’ve got some performance issues about that one, and on two legs you’re as slow as the mortal.”

  Troy narrowed his eyes but didn’t respond.

  Fine by me. Honestly, I’d love for them all to shut up.

  It was bad enough they bothered me at my house, when they stopped by constantly and threw my life into chaos, but out here, I didn’t even have the privacy of a bathroom or the occasional moments of peace.

  It was twenty-four-seven testosterone zone.

  So I ate another piece of food before a yawn told me I needed rest.

  The cave floor was hard and there wasn’t anything to use as a pillow around. I groaned and twisted, my shoulder sore from where it dug into the ground.

  Troy had taken a spot far away, as though he wanted to avoid me as best he could—just like he’d done since I’d saved him.

  The ungrateful bastard. Next time maybe I’d let that freaky shadow take him over.

  After checking the wards, Grant had leaned himself against the doorway of the cave, his legs stretched out and his eyes closed. He’d picked there, at the threshold, like a guardian.

  Funny, since Grant, with his twenty-year-old appearance, massive number of tattoos and rebel hair style, appeared the least dangerous.

  Hunter had chosen to rest outside, like some dog in the yard. He’d taken a large hunk of the meat and claimed to like sleeping under the stars.

  Not that there were any stars…

  “Come here.” Kase’s voice was soft in the darkness, and close enough I jumped.

  How he could move so quickly, I didn’t understand. He’d managed to shift around so he crouched just above where I lay.

  I pressed my palm against the cave floor and pushed myself up. With the fire gone, I struggled to see Kase, so I glared in his direction best I could. “Sorry, but that doesn’t work.”

  “What doesn’t work? You need sleep, and you won’t get any tossing and turning like that.”

  “You think this is my first time dealing with men? Let me guess, I’ll sleep so much better all curled up beside you. And I’ll sleep better without any pants. In fact, a few orgasms will put me right out.” I made sure my voice sounded as insulting as I meant it to be.

  Which was stupid, because no matter how much I disliked him at the moment, a few orgasms would help me sleep.

  Just not from him. Not that he’d proven himself capable of delivering them anyway. His only attempt had been pathetic.

  He sighed before sitting on the ground, his back to the wall. He removed his jacket and balled it up in his lap. “I’m not offering orgasms, Ava, and since my body doesn’t run warm, there isn’t a reason to curl up beside me, naked or not. However, I am, at the very least, useful as furniture.”

  I wanted to argue that I was sleeping just fine, but the ache in my shoulder called me a liar. Still, the thought of touching him made me wonder how stupid one person could be.

  His entire reaction to me was bad enough—I wasn’t sure I’d ever live down him spitting out my blood as if it were tainted—but the idea that he’d been lying to me was what really stuck.

  He’d hired Grant to spy on me, to go behind my back and figure out what I was. He’d even said the entire thing had been for the coven, not him. How on earth could I just forget that?

  Still, his lap was as good as anyone else’s, and I was tired. I slid up, wincing when it aggravated my shoulder.

  He set a strong hand on my back, helping me to adjust, until I was on my side, my head pillowed on his lap, his jacket creating more cushion and a useful barrier between me and any erecting that might happen.

  Not that that seemed a problem with him.

  When he ran his fingers through my hair, I swatted him away. “Knock that off.”

  He let out a soft sound, all annoyance. “I’m trying to help.”

  “I didn’t ask for help, did I?” />
  “You haven’t ever asked, and yet here I’ve been, doing it anyway. I am in hell, literally, for you.”

  I sighed, having nothing to say back to that. When I closed my eyes, he dragged his fingers through my hair again, and this time I let him. Just because I was mad at him didn’t mean I had to forgo the nice sensation, did it?

  It wasn’t like he was getting anything out of it. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted. I doubted many nice things happened in hell.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said, voice low as if we could have a private conversation in such a small space, surrounded by others. “I hired Grant before I knew much about you.”

  “But even after you got to know me, you didn’t feel the need to mention it? To call him off?”

  “I knew you wouldn’t be happy about me invading your privacy like that, and as I spent more time with you, I found out you hold grudges. It seemed a pointless argument to risk, since if you never found out, you would have never been angry.”

  I shifted and accidently elbowed him in the crotch.

  He let out a rush of air—it seemed not everywhere on a vampire was impervious to harm—before groaning. “I have learned my lesson, Ava. I do not intend to lie to you again.”

  “And so I’m supposed to be okay with it? What was this all? What was it when you tried to feed from me? Just more research for the coven? At least that explains why you couldn’t keep it up.”

  “No. It wasn’t ever for the coven.”

  “That was what you told Grant.”

  “Because I prefer not to expose potential weaknesses.”

  “So I’m a weakness now?” I went to rise, because his lap was not worth me getting any more hurt than I already was.

  He set a hand on my shoulder and pressed me back down, reminding me just how strong he was. “Stop it, Ava. Stop fighting with me long enough to listen. I have thought about you since I first saw you in that shop, and that obsession hasn’t ended. When I asked around and found out what little I could, it still wasn’t enough. So, yes, when given the chance, I hired Grant to discover more about you—not for the coven and not for Colter, but for myself. You can be angry with me for as long as you’d like for that invasion of privacy, for the lies, but do not mistake it for something it wasn’t. I hired you for the job with Olin because you could do it, I wanted to feed from you because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I want you because I have since I first saw you. Besides, you shouldn’t be so angry with me when Grant found nothing useful out.”