Page 108 of Spit

This time, I was not in the empty desert, surrounded by bodies, but I was in the library. I recognized the chairs and stacks.

Sev sat, his head in his hands. The lust demon looks awful.

I cleared my throat. Having no idea if the dream was real or if I was just conjuring up something to make me feel better.

“Missed me?” I said, putting my hand on my hips.

Sev blinked up, his eyes wide as he stood. In shock. “Pinkie Pie?” He held out his hand as if he wanted to touch me to ensure I was real. He caught the movement and clenched his fist, bringing it back to his side. “Are you really here?”

“You tell me because I was in a cell with a demon one minute, and now I’m here.” I tried to play off my situation as if I didn’t care, but nervous fear made my words shake. I could kill Mars if I needed to, but it wouldn’t be easy, and I likely would go down with him. Also, I doubted that Legion and the others would be too happy if I killed their facet.

“Where are you?” Sev demanded. “Legion thought that you had left after u you spoke. I told him that you wouldn’t leave without saying something. That you were committed to finding our missing facets—”

“Well, I found them.” I laughed without humor. “Mars, Quinn, and get this, Camio.”

Sev sat back, and an unreadable expression crossed his face. His wild hair was at odds with his solemn eyes. “Camio?” His voice was flat.

“Camio. He’s alive.” I told Sev, knitting my fingers together. “He wants to kill Legion. He thinks that he can free himself from the bond.”

“That’s not possible,” Sev said, only his lips moved. “We are connected. In essence, we are allfacetsof a single entity.”

“Legion.” I nodded. “You areLegion.”

“You know?” Sev’s brow furrowed.

“Weren’t you the one sending the dreams?”

Sev opened his mouth to speak before snapping it closed, his teeth clicking together. “That son of a bitch.” He muttered.

“Who?”

Sev waved away my question. “Where are you? Where is Camio keeping you?”

I tried to form the words:Happy Vow Pharmaceuticals,but my mouth wouldn’t let me. I tried several times, looking like a gasping fish as my mouth refused to form the words. My hands flailed helplessly. “I’m trying to say it, but I can’t,” I growled in frustration.

“It must be a geas.” Sev nodded.

I chewed my bottom lip. “I’m worried about Mars and Quinn. Camio has melted down the Devil’s silver, and he’s using it in the drugs he’s giving them. I don’t know if he’s trying to kill them as well.”

Sev shook his head. “What about Magicktek?”

“Katalina.” I snarled. “She’s a spy for Camio.”

Sev’s golden gaze turned volcanic. “You don’t say.”

“I have to wake up,” I told him. “I’m not in the safest position right now.”

Sev stepped closed. “Lexi, it's going to be okay. We’re coming—”

I must have slept longer than expected because the cell was so cold when I woke, my breath fogged on the air, and my scrubs had grown stiff and icy.

Blood stuck my clothes to my stomach wound, where the needle had torn my skin. Cold and sticky. My teeth clattered, and my body shook with the force of my shivering.

Occasionally, the beast that was Mars chuffed, reminding me that he was there. He made no move to approach, and I stayed in the corner—an uneasy truce.

I knew I was in trouble when I no longer felt hungry. Only pain. Too much time had passed in the cell with little food and blood loss.

I thought about Quinn, wherever he was in the building, and I hoped he was okay.

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