Page 25 of Song of Tenebrae

“Excuse me?” I lean forward. “Do you think I ever wanted to go back to that place?”

“You were so obsessed with the thought of killing him that it didn’t matter where it would take us.”

“Don’t blame me, I gave you a chance to leave.” I point my finger at her.

“How could I leave my best friend alone to deal with satanic worshippers who like to sacrifice people to the fucking Devil?” She snaps back.

“I won’t feel guilty for this too, Sky.” I sit back and breathe, “I can’t. We are grown adults and I gave you fair warning.”

She doesn’t say anything else but I can still feel the tension thick in the air. She blames me for our current predicament and yes, I will take it for myself and even for Tiny, but Sky knew the whole time what I had planned.

“Well, bitches,” Tiny yells into the plane as she boards. “Looks like we’re off to Hell. Who wants a drink?”

She heads to the bar area and begins grabbing expensive bottles of liquor. Once her arms are loaded with five or six different bottles, she plops down beside me, and puts the bottles in the seat beside Sky.

“Are we killing them while they sleep?” Tiny asks as she cracks open a bottle of AsomBroso tequila. She takes a few gulps and gags while she hands it to me.

“That’s a good idea.” I nod and look at the bottle, “why are we drinking something that tastes horrendous enough to make you gag?”

“Baby, that is nearly a three-thousand-dollar bottle, what we don’t finish we’ll pour down the toilet.” I snort and take a sip. “Mile high club.”

I pass the bottle to Sky and she takes it, swallowing down four large gulps. “Okay whores, let’s fuck up these Devil loving assholes.”

“But first let’s get drunk off some expensive shit.” Tiny opens a bottle of Cristal next, popping the top across the plane, and giggling when it pours onto the floor.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Torrent’s voice breaks through our giggling and he strides over to us. “You can’t drink Cristal without Alize.” He grabs the bottle from Tiny, “Tupac would be so ashamed. He was a friend, ya know?”

“I’m not drinking anything he makes,” Sky grits out.

“They wouldn’t get us here only to kill us.” I tell her as the seat belt light flashes.

“Besides, they can't kill us in the sky, we’re too close to God. They can’t have him thinking the sacrifices are for him.” Tiny retorts and we all start giggling again.

She reaches over and grabs the bottle of tequila again, taking a swig. “Maybe we should stay a bit sober,” I suggest.

“You guys can,” she sits back in her seat. “I plan on staying drunk right up to the point they kill me.”

“No one is killing you.” Squall growls from the front of the plane and she throws her middle finger up.

“No one is talking to you.” She snaps back and I hide a grin in my hand. These two will at least be amusing along the way.

I can feel the heat of his stare and I know if I were to turn my head right now, his eyes would be on me. I hate that I can feel him and I hate that I think I always could. Since that first night outside of The Temple when he and his brother dragged me into that alleyway and he cut into my skin for the first time, we’ve been connected.

“We’re all having Thug Passion,” Torrent announces as he begins to hand out flutes with a golden drink inside. It’s almost shimmering and it smells like mango with hints of citrus.

“Let's have a toast.” Torrent says as Sky and me down our drinks. “To Dominica.”

Everyone murmurs the same and we look at Tiny as she raises her glass, “to Dominica, where you’ll finally meet your maker.” Then she slams it back and smacks her lips. “Shit Tupac!” she exclaims, “thatisgood!”

Incognitus

None of them know I’m here and they’re so oblivious to their surroundings, it’s pissing me off. They were trained better than this. The plane rumbles beneath my ass, readying for take off, and I grip my fingers into the plush cushion. I was there through all their time with the Order and not once did we think they were this lacking. It’s disgusting.

It becomes quiet as the plane begins to move down the runway and even the stupid fucking giggling girls have shut up. Do they not have a lick of fucking sense? No self preservation? They are going back to the very place that broke them and they decide to drink their way through the bar, like it’s a fucking vacation. None of it makes sense. But I can’t say I’m not excited about being in Dominica once again and having them at my disposal whenever I want it. I have unfinished business with a certain raven haired temptress and I want to watch her bleed once again.

I want to be inside of her while she screams in pain and I want to be the source of that pain. I lean my head back and take a deep breath when I feel the plane take off, my stomach floating up into my throat. I hate flying and it never gets better. Maybe it’s because I only started flying once I joined the Order. As a child, I had nothing and no parents to provide vacations.

My head begins to pound with thoughts of my past and I try to push it aside, there’s no need to think of things I can’t change. My life turned out alright in the end and now I will become someone of importance, I will be revered in the Order. I’ll bring down Deluge and the ladies that have wormed their way into their lives. It’ll be easy if they continue to be this unobservant. I won’t complain because I practically waltzed onto the plane, no one questioning my presence and not one greeting. It was as if the staff knew I’d be here and that’s impossible.

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