Page 44 of Bonds of Hercules
A tattooed hand with black painted nails waved mockingly ten feet away. “Come and get me,” Kharon taunted.
He made a V with his fingers and held it up to his lips. He wiggled his tongue suggestively.
My face heated.
Pervert.
I lunged forward, firing at Kharon as he disappeared into the ruins.
What felt like hours later, but could have been minutes, Patro’s voice rang out from behind a car that was on fire.
“Are you even trying, Alex?” Patro taunted.
“Don’t call me that name.” I raised my gun.
Patro moved in a blur into my blind spot, too quick to track.
He leaned a few feet away. “So—now that you’ve chosen us as partners, we should probably get to know each other.”
I fired.
He chuckled.
The scent of ice filled my nose.
“Why are you d-doing this?” I whispered, feeling off-balance with his personality switch.
Emerald eyes were shockingly vivid behind his mask as he stepped in front of me.
“Doing what?” he taunted.
“You know.”
He cocked his head to the side, mask gleaming in the firelight. “Know what?”
“Stop with the games!” I waved my gun.
“Grow up—Alex,” he sneered. The cruel man who’d tormented me was back. “There’s a lot at stake. Stop pretending you don’t feel it too.”
Wait? Feel what?
I fired, but he’d disappeared.
Time dragged on as I ran through the course.
Two rows of buildings, in what appeared to be a movie set, towered around me.
I walked the path between them, scanning the darkness.
White flashed.
A large shadow sat atop a building.
I pointed my gun at it.
Achilles kneeled on top of a structure, the first one in a row of ten. His burning eyes smoldered as he stared down at me silently—the muzzle obscured his features. A sharp dagger glinted in his hand.
I fired.
