Crave Arena: Supernatural Battle (Demon Peaks #1)

Stalls of goods and produce were arranged in rows in the dirt garden. Demons from the realm below had hauled their produce and wares up the peak to feed and entertain the crimsons for the evening.

I shifted on my throne, stomach rumbling. I hadn’t dared eat during my visit with Adeuto. Their supplies had to last as long as possible. If I portaled back late again, then Carmine would definitely murder my designers.

At my warning, Grandfather had double-checked the emergency packs. We had a second hideaway point, and even a third, but the nature of demon magic made it hard to set up any warning system. Even my magus magic could be sensed.

Grandfather would have to rely on his blue senses against those of a crimson. If she found them, then at best, he would manage to send a smoke signal.