Page 13 of Hidden Sacrifice
I stared at Justice, who looked back at me smiling. He moved Mor’s head into a more natural position. I had only barely contained myself as he delivered the incapacitating move. Breaking her neck wouldn’t have killed her even if she was only a vampire, but the sound of him hurting her was almost too much for me.
“About ten more seconds, and she should be awake,” he said, running his hand up and down her arm in a soothing gesture.
Justice was spot-on down to the second as her eyelids started to flutter. Her brow scrunched together as she blinked, looking around. I watched as the fog in her mind cleared, and the fact Justice had semi-killed her clicked into place. Her head shot up quickly, and I imagined she was glaring at him.
“You won,” I heard her say, and I could have sworn I heard the smile that stretched across her face. Great, she was just like Justice.
Mor lunged at Justice, devouring his mouth as they kissed passionately. I watched her hand glide across his chest, heading south.
I sat there paralyzed, warring emotions running through me. She successfully proved that near-death pain does not phase her one bit. I will also admit it did change my views a little about her going to fight. If she were just as bad as Justice when it came to this shit, we would have a whole other issue to worry about.
“Are you going to come and get your licks, Jasper?” Mor purred to me from the bed. Justice was now standing on the floor, his dick out and in his hands.
My tail swished back and forth sharply. “Hell, yes.” Even if she was right, I earned my reward.
“Everyone, meeting in the war room immediately. The real war room.”Jax’s voice came obnoxiously loud in my head.
Justice and I cringed, but Mor was still heading for Justice’s cock.
“Princess, stop,” I said abruptly.
Justice snatched his dick back, stuffing it into his pants. “Jax says we need to meet him in the war room in the palace. That means it’s a huge deal, and we will have to circle back to this later, Fox.”
Mor looked at him adoringly. I could see that she was falling in love with him. There were no doubts in my mind that Justice loved her with every fiber of his being. I loved her too.
She hopped off the bed, wiping some blood off her chin. It was all over her chest too. Her legs looked like she had walked through a battlefield, and don’t even get me started on the warrior princess, space bun atrocity she wore.
“No time to waste; you can get cleaned up in the palace once we figure out what is so urgent.” I stood, heading for the door. She probably had time to clean up, but I wanted to see Jax’s face when he saw her. Maybe it would be his first smile of the day.
The journey took no time, which meant shit was not good. Striding into the war room, Jax and Jace were already seated at their unofficially officially assigned seats.
“What’s going on?” Mor asked as she burst into the room.
Jax and Jace had mirrored expressions of shock upon seeing her; Jax’s slowly morphed into anger while Jace’s turned into amusement.
“What the fuck?” They both said in unison but with entirely contradicting tones, and it was the cutest, funniest thing I had ever seen in my entire long-ass life.
Jax tried to glare a hole through Jace’s head, or they were having one of those mental conversations.
Taking my seat, I decided I may as well get a cup of coffee. I missed it here in the palace. I missed having my room.
Mor and Justice took their seats as we waited for the standoff between the two of them to come to an end. Why couldn’t we at least hear what they were saying?
“You got anything, Mor?” I leaned over to whisper.
“Nothing.” She shrugged.
Finally, Jace scowled, and the spell between them seemed undone. Jax focused on the rest of the group as he pulled out sheet after sheet of runes and spells. Silently, Justice lunged at several that caught his eye.
“This is the same language used in the book found where Mor died,” he announced excitedly.
“What?” Mor grabbed some of the papers on the table to better look for herself. “I don’t recognize any of these markings from the book.” Her tone turned doubtful as she continued to flip through the pages.
“Not the same spells, my fox. The same language. I’ve never seen it before, and suddenly it’s everywhere.”
“A demon cast those spells. I felt the power signature before I opened them,” Jax reminded us.
“Why would a demon try to sacrifice Mor?” I asked; not much of this was making sense to me yet. Those runes were created at least a hundred years ago. The spells themselves were not demonic but had been cast by a demon in the house.
