Page 12 of Queen of the Wicked
“And the tale of the blood pact I make with others just suddenly sprang into your mind without any research conducted beforehand?”
“As I told you before,yes.It came to me randomly.”
“And has anythingelsecome to you randomly?”
She huffed and began rolling the tent up, ignoring the dirt that stained her pants. “You saidIask a lot of questions? Funny, but no, nothing else. Why are you so curious? Afraid I’m going to see all of the horrible torture you’ve bestowed upon everyone?”
She wouldn’t share the fact that random voices filled her head yesterday when she could have just reached the point of mental insanity. That was the most plausible explanation for it.
“Something like that,” he muttered. “Come on, we’ve got to get going.”
One mile into their trip,the voice entered her head again.
She tried to make it seem like she wasn’t deathly afraid of them, and this time, she didn’t freeze up completely. Instead, she tripped over her two feet,steadying herself when Erebos looked back at her. He narrowed his eyes like he always tended to do, but thankfully, he didn’t sense something was off before leading the way again.
Erebos, I’ve sent a team to Earth to start the hunt, but nobody knows your last whereabouts. Where did you run off to? I don’t want Bastian to catch word of your absence. It’ll only make the investigation worse.
Investigation?
What investigation?
She waited to see if they said anything else, and after a few seconds, the gruff voice finally came through again.Who is this? How are you listening to this communication?
Silently slapping a hand over her mouth like she said something aloud, she followed Erebos, her tiny legs trying to keep up with his long, powerful strides.
Would continuing to reply help her or just make it worse? Maybe they could help restore Erebos’s powers, and she could get the information she needed about her mother’s whereabouts from the witch. Then, she could go home and live happily ever after.
Easy.
Releasing a deep breath, she mentally repeated the words that flowed into her head and sent them off into the abyss of wherever they went. Somewhere in Hell, apparently.
My name is Alessia, and that’s a long story that is too long to tell over…this. Erebos is with me, and he is safe.
That is not enough. How are you using this form of communication? Are you telepathic?
No. Well, I don’t know. I’m trying tofigure that out. Somehow, Erebos’s powers entered me, and he’s currently without them. We are going to a witch’s cottage to see if they can restore his powers. You are communicating with Erebos, but it’s coming through me instead.
A long, painful silence followed.
Which cottage?
I have no idea. I’ve never been to a witch’s cottage.
Another long silence.
You’re a mortal?
Potentially? I’m not exactly sure. Still trying to figure that part out.
Please inform Erebos that we will be there shortly.
Wait—
But even though she wasn’t physically talking to someone, she could still sense that whoever was on the receiving end of the communication had vanished. The string that tethered them together was now floating astray in her mind, so she released another irritated sigh and pushed ahead.
All of this was so confusing. She didn’t understand what was happening, or why his powers were inside her, but she would gladly give them back if it meant this could be over and done with between them. She had no interest in being connected with the Lord of Hell, especially since he was such a grump.
Were all men like this? She hadn’t been around enough to tell. Secluded in the country, the only men she saw were the ones in movies or books. Being around Erebos had her thoughts muddled and her emotions all over the place, leaving her torn between loathing him and lusting after him.
