Page 92 of Hex
“We can’t leave him.” Sage’s voice is soft but firm. She doesn’t want to abandon Slash, but at the same time, the hunger for vengeance is a living, breathing thing, destroying us like a flesh-eating disease.
“I’ll stay here. I’ll watch over him.” I blink twice, not understanding the sight in front of us.
“Danika?” Sage is the first to acknowledge her best friend’s presence but it still doesn’t explain why she’s here.
“I heard the…news.” Danika frowns, giving her head a small shake, like even she doesn’t understand why she’s come all the way here from the safety of Velmore. “I figured I could maybe help?”
Sage turns to look at me before shifting her gaze to Pierce. We both nod because we need to leave and we trust Danika to keep Slash company.
“Okay, yeah.” Pierce says, and I just grunt like a fucking caveman.
“I’ll have a few lackeys and marshalls guarding the door. We wouldn’t want another kidnapping.” Fucking Samhain. Tact and etiquette are so beyond his realm, I have no fucking idea how he ever made to the table of the Thirteen.
“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that kind of inconvenience.” Danika’s spark isn’t dead or broken. Her bite is as sharp as ever. Fucking respect.
“Don’t listen to him, he was raised by wolves.” If I weren’t a boiling ball of rage inside, Sage’s comment would be hilarious,considering the worst of our wolves are probably better suited parents than the best of our demons.
Also, Samhain has nothing but disdain for Weres and wolf shifters.
“It’s not as cute as you think it is.” Samhain sniffs his disgust at the idea of wolves having anything to do with him. Then, with the flair of a fucking diva, turns on his heel—robe swooshing right behind him—and walks away.
Sage gives a quick kiss to Danika as we follow our Dei to figure out what is in store for us next.
But before we walk out, I stop and lean in close to Danika. “Thank you. We are all in debt to you.”
“It’s not like that. I…had a dream.” I frown but before I can get any other information from the loyal vampyre, I’m called by Samhain, whose patience is zero on a good day.
“We’ll talk about that later,” I call out just as I start jogging away.
It feels like a lifetime ago that I found myself chained to these very walls, right below the majestic halls of the Great Library, awaiting my judgment. Or, more accurately, my punishment. This time, I’m the one ready to dole out the pain.
“It wasn’t my intention to kill the horseman.” Reilly is shaken, all magical abilities bound by the cuffs. “I was aiming for the tribrid.”
As if that’s better.
I don’t hesitate, my arm flying and my backhand slapping him across his blue face.
“Fucking disrespect my chosen again and I will rip your eyes out so you can never see her again.”
“She murdered my brother!” His accusation is hurled at me with spit and hatred.
“That piece of shit raped and hurt my best friend. I don’t regret a damn thing.” I grin. I love hearing that fight in Sage’s voice.
At first, I had my concerns about Sage coming with us to the dungeon, but I’ve learned that her stubbornness is only rivaled by her determination. I’m choosing my battles and this one isn’t worth the fight.
“Dei, what are our instructions from the Moirai?” I don’t turn to look at Samhain as I ask, just like my two brothers—one fewer than there should be—on either side of me, we’re keeping our lethal stares on the murderer.
“The Moirai spoke to me, demons.” Fuck. When did Atlantis get here? “They have condemned the imbalance created by Interim Dei Reilly, for the Horsemen cannot be less than four.”
The smile I give Reilly as the Grandei speaks is slow, sinister, and promises a world of pain.
“Atlantis, please. This is highly irregular. I thought she was escaping, there was no way for me to know that the horseman would be stepping in front of her.” My growl is louder than Reilly’s voice as I get up close to his face.
“Hmmm, and you think your fate would be any different had you killed my daughter?”
The room goes silent. Deadly so.
“Wha-what?”
