Page 61 of Underworld

Trying to get a handle on the situation, I point toward Blair and ask, "Were you the one who shot those arrows?"

She smiles, still keeping her bow pointed at the leader, ready to shoot if he moves. "I would love to say those were all mine, but Apollo also came to help. Seems he got the 911 call from Alpha."

Apollo? Who the fuck is Apollo, and why don't I know who everyone is? I'm about to ask just that when a man walks around the corner of the cave. My jaw drops. Luka?! But he looks different in his dark leather outfit and bright, golden contacts. Where the fuck did he get contacts like that? Wait . . . back on subject. He's carrying a bow and has an arrow ready to sheathe if needed.

He smirks as he lifts his bow in greeting. "Evening. Seems like a nice night for bloodshed."

I can’t help but snort. "Apollo, really?"

He shrugs, continuing his way over to us. "I have a bright personality."

I laugh again. “A bright personality . . . right. And It has nothing to do with the fact that he associates with wolves?”

He smirks, saying, “That may have a little to do with it too.”

Remembering that enemies still surround us, I look around. Unfortunately, though, I have to admit that their numbers have plummeted. Seems some of his followers didn’t want to stick around when they found out Hades had backup. Deadly backup.

The leader sneers. “You still don’t have your Hounds, and you're outnumbered.”

Luka points at him with the arrow in his hand as he says, “I wouldn’t get too arrogant. You currently have an arrow pointed at your head. Also, the Hound thing won’t be an issue much longer.”

Jace’s smile darkens as his eyes narrow on the leader. “Is that so, Apollo?”

Luka nods. “Just got a text from Alpha. It seems some of the cave walls were destroyed, and the Hounds got trapped. The debris has been moved, and they are on their way back.”

Just as Luka finishes, Silas and Jax exit through the front doors of the cave. Weren’t those locked? I watch as the door Silas pushes through seems to close unevenly behind them. Seems he was too pissed to mind that it was locked.

Zane looks over at them and yells, “Where are the Hounds?”

Silas growls as he answers, “They are securing our compound again.” He doesn’t stop marching over to us until he stands before the gang leader. With a sneer, he snaps his fist out, landing a hit right to the guy's face. The leader falls to the ground, ripping off his broken mask. He’s holding his now bleeding nose as blood streams down his face. Silas looks over to Jace and apologizes, “Sorry, Hades. I needed to do that.”

Jace snorts a laugh. “I’ll let it slide, Alpha.”

Silas looks back down at the leader and snarls, “That was for my Hounds.” He takes a deep breath before looking over to find Luka. I see the slight tilt of his lips as he gives him a nod.

“Did you get that out of your system, Alpha?” Blair questions with a smirk.

I turn toward the leader when I notice him move. The gun he’d been holding slipped out of his hand when Silas punched him, but he’s reaching for it now. Then suddenly, a flaming arrow slices across my vision and pierces the top of his hand. He screams as the flames sizzle out.

Holy fucking shit, that was cool. How did she get the arrow to burst into flame like that? That was some major Katniss Everdeen shit, and I am here for it. How can I get my hands on some flaming arrows like that? Could I get ones that blow shit up too? I’m pulled out of my inner ramblings when I hear a snort of laughter.

“Did you think my arrows were just for show? Yes, the men were talking, but don’t think for a moment that I forgot about you. My arrow was pointed at you for a reason.” Blair nocks another arrow, aiming at him again. She gives him a sinister as she asks, “Would you like to test me again, Fucker?”

A giggle slips out between my lips. Everyone except Blair looks at me with raised eyebrows. I shrug. “What? That was funny.”

Jace smirks as Zane facepalms. I can see the smile he’s trying to hide, though. Howe and Alec come up to stand beside me. Howe bumps my shoulder with a grin and asks, “What part was funny? The bloodshed part or Arty pointing out that she was the badass of the group?”

“Is,” Arty corrects from her position.

Howe rolls his eyes. “Is, whatever.”

“If you’re going to point out my badassery, make sure you do it correctly.”

I smirk as he narrows his eyes at her, and I bump his shoulder to get his attention back on me. “Both,” I say with a wink. He bursts out laughing.

Alec snickers and says, “Our Queen loves some bloodshed.”

Jace chuckles. “Alright, My Queen, where shall we take our prisoner?”

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