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really didn’t want to, some crazy part of my nagging subconscious forced me to look up.
    My heart raced. Though my mouth had fallen open, I was too stunned to speak, so I tugged on Aedan’s coat sleeve and pointed up at the thousands of black widow spiders, each about the size of my palm, that carpeted the ceiling and were racing down the elevator walls.
    A litany of swear words that would have made Satan himself proud poured out of Aedan’s mouth as he cautiously moved in front of me, pushing me toward the door.
    When the elevator opened with a hiss, Aedan and I slowly moved out onto the marble floor. After the spiders completely blanketed all four walls, the floor, and our luggage, they stopped at the elevator threshold. I should have been upset that my wedding dress had thousands of creepy crawly legs running all over it. I seriously doubted I’d be able to wear the gown, even after sending it through the dry cleaners a thousand times. I was relieved when the elevator door closed and shot back up into the sky. The last thing we needed was to be stuck in Hell on our wedding day with thousands of angry spiders.
    Aedan spun me around, checking my head and back for any arachnid hitchhikers, and I did the same for him. I scanned the floor, making sure the spiders hadn’t spilled into the pyramid. That’s when I noticed the room looked different. Usually the elevator deposited us in the grand dining hall. While the floors were the same, and the walls seemed to be constructed of similar bricks, I didn’t remember the exotic potted plants, some so tall the ivy trellises extended across the room’s arched ceiling. And the long marble-topped counter along the back wall was different. It almost reminded me of a lobby in an expensive hotel. There were several gold-plated clocks hanging behind the counter, each one displaying the time in a different country.
    Weird. Had our friends done some remodeling since the last time we’d visited? Speaking of our friends, where were they? The grim look Aedan shot me as he pulled me to his side wasn’t reassuring.
    “This isn’t the pyramid,” he growled between clenched teeth.
    My brain went numb from fear. If we weren’t in the pyramid, where were we?
    I jumped back with an ear-piercing scream when a furry, squealing thing dropped from the ceiling, landing in front of us.
    Aedan pushed me behind him and held up his fists. “Get back, demon! I’m warning you!”
    I peered around Aedan’s shoulder at the creature that was hissing at us. It was a primate demon that stood about three feet tall. He wore a band with a swastika on one arm and had the oddest little black moustache, making him look like a miniature monkey Hitler. 
    He pointed up at us. “No have bags?”
    Aedan shook his head. “Our bags are still on the elevator.”
    The monkey frowned and then shrugged. “No need bags. Master waiting for you.”
    Aedan’s spine stiffened. “Who is your master?”
    The monkey waved us forward. “Come meet Master.”
    “We’re not taking another step until you answer my question.”
    The monkey lurched toward us with a rabid hiss, revealing several rows of fangs I knew could easily bite off my hand.
    Aedan kicked the thing in the gut, sending it careening across the floor with a squeal. Then he grabbed my hand, and we ran toward an archway at the end of the room. “We’ve got to find an elevator,” he said, as we skidded to a halt in front of the darkened hall.
    “Where are we?” I asked, though I feared his answer. One thing for certain, wherever we were, we had to get out of Dodge fast before the monkey’s master found us. 
    “There’s the lovely couple,” a dark, ominous voice as smooth as melted butter and as icy as winter frost said from somewhere in the dark recesses of the hallway. “I’ve been expecting you.”
    I backed up with a gasp, pulling Aedan with me as a man stepped from the shadows. At least I thought he was a man. The curled horns sticking out of