Page 47 of Bonds of Hercules
Mine. She’s mine. Need to claim her. Control her. Possess her. Own her. Destroy her. Taste her cunt. Tie her to me. Protect her. Punish her. Need to watch her submit to Augustus. Devour her.
Scarlet-filled eyes contrasted with the white of his mask.
I gasped.
Kharon was using his Chthonic powers—I couldhearwhat he was feeling.
Blood rushed from my face.
He was more animalistic than I could have ever imagined. The level of obsession flowing from him was incomprehensible.
Karen was truly feral.
“If you don’t take this seriously, shoot me.” His fingers tightened mercilessly. “You won’t sleep for a week—we’ll hold you hostage in this training room.”
“Physical … Nothing m-more,” I whispered.
His feelings took a dark turn.
Kharon ripped himself away from me with a strangled sound.
“You’re wrong.” He pressed the gun into my palm.
Fuck you.
“No, I’m not.” I aimed for his handsome face.
Kharon twisted to the side and dodged; the fake metal tree exploded where his head had been.
“Closer, baby,” he taunted. His raspy laugh echoed, and it had a cruel brittle edge. “If it was just physical, I would have fucked and discarded you like I’ve done with dozens of other—”
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
I fired, dread crawling up my throat at the mere thought of him with other people.
Kharon laughed louder as I stalked after him, fire, explosions, and Titan yells echoing all around.
Screaming, I followed him deeper into the darkness. It was where we both belonged.
“Alexis, where are you going?” Augustus’s voice cracked like a whip.
To go drown myself in the shower. Obviously.
“Stop!”
I halted. Drex and Agatha disappeared into the bunker’s locker room.
Slowly, I turned.
Kharon glared at me. “You’re not dismissed,darling.” He said the endearment like an expletive. “They get the showers first, and you get to explain yourself. Drex grazed one of us—you hit none.”
Patro and Achilles stood beside them, both staring at me with angry expressions.
Wonderful, everyone’s mad at Alexis. It’s a party.
I flipped them all off in my head.
“Do you care to explain your performance?” Augustus asked slowly, the harsh planes of his face unmoving.
