Page 155 of Obsidian and Frost
Hades.
He was headed out to battle.
Worse.
He was intending to commit murder.
I hurriedly latched onto his teleportation signature and went with him.
I rematerialized outside a decrepit establishment.
The term on the mortal plane for such a place was adive bar, I believed.
It was located through only one point of access—down a back alley.
Before I could ascertain Sylas’ location and seek out more heavy cloaking from him, a blast of magic blew me back violently, and my back slammed into a streetlight, the impact almost tearing it from its foundation entirely.
As I choked, both winded and surprised, Sylas appeared in front of me like a demon of vengeance, his eyes flaming with his power.
“Why are you following me?”
“I believe that is obvious.”
He sneered. “Back off, Immortal.”
When I only stared at him, he pushed harder into me and seethed, “If you push me, I swear to fuck, I’ll make you.”
“How? Do you intend to use your lover against me again to drain me?”
“That’s not what happened,” he said, flinching, his murderous mask slipping. “His involvement was an accident.”
“I understand. But it would not be an accident this time.”
“I don’t intend to do that at all.”
“But you do intend to commit murder.”
Realization flashed in his eyes. “You’ve been watching me for a while tonight.”
“It’s a good thing I have, because you clearly need somebody to rein you in.”
He scoffed. “The fuck I do.”
“You cannot do this, Sylas.”
“Not only can I, but I must.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing.” He shoved himself off me. “Just get gone. Stay out of this. Stay away from me.”
“I can’t do any of that.”
He tugged at his hair and spun around. “You are an infuriating bastard. Do you know that?”
“It may have been stated once or twice by others.”
He sucked in a breath. “You stay, you help.Oryou watch. There is no option that includes you stopping what needs to happen inside that bar.”
