Page 51 of Eternal Night

"AndyouHarvail Locke," Megaera snarled, turning towards the glade. "You're no better. You killed your uncle."

Rage filled me until I couldn't breathe. "Because he was an abusive piece of shit!" I exploded, throwing myself at her and not caring when her claws slashed my stomach, the sharp edges of black wings cutting into my thighs. I wrapped her in snakes, sinking their fangs into her over and over, and drew my own blades to stab her with those, too.

The other Furies reacted with screams that made my hearing cut out. I shook my head, digging the fangs of my magic deeper into the Fury. It wouldn't kill her, but I hoped it hurt her for what she dared to throw in Harvey's face.

"That's not his name," I snarled, my voice deeper, darker, than before. I held on tight despite the stinging cuts, despite the blood. "His name is Harvey van Khama, and he isours.His uncle deserves the death he got, and so does that piece of shit Locke."

I twisted my knife in her belly and ripped it free, kicking her away from me.

"Why?" Haley demanded, grabbing me as I stalked over to her but staring at Wynvail. That was fucking rude; I was right here, bleeding, shaking.

"I found out what he did," Wynvail replied tightly, not looking at her. "Tothem."

Well, that was irritating. He discovered his father was a rapist monster and killed him for it? I admired that. And I didn't want to admire that piece of evil shit.

Movement behind me made me jump, and then the dog-headed Tisiphone spoke in a voice that made my breath short and gasping.

"He doesn't know what it's like to suffer that way," she said, her voice of shadows and velvet. "None of them do. They don't know what it's like totrulysuffer, to fear every shift of floorboards above, and every creak of a door opening, to know that the rattle of a belt heralds blood and pain so sharp it draws tears and screams—"

"Shut up!"Haley screamed, her voice so loud I threw my hands over my ears and ended up shaving off a few strands of red hair with my knife. "Stop speaking!" Her voice was so deep, so resonant, my hands couldn't block it out. "Don't say another word to him!"

Harvey had gone completely still, his gaze distant and—and shadows wrapping around him like they always wrapped around Wane. But his brother was a being of darkness and quiet; Harvey was loud, boisterous laughter, dirty jokes, and defiant sunlight.

Haley stormed past the Furies, none of them reaching out to stop her as she gathered Harvey into a hug I knew was tight and bruising even from this distance.

They'd let us leave, but never Wynvail. I could just leave him…

Walk out of here, stalk into the forest, and wait for the doors to the Labyrinth to slam shut.

But … he killed Cassander Locke. And he did it because that monster raped Harvey and Wane. My gaze slid from my rose hugging Harvey to Wynvail, inching his way away from Megaera and the snake-headed Fury, hugging the wall because he was so miserably weak he’d fall over otherwise.

I groaned. Fucking hell.

I fixed an eye on the Furies, keeping my knife in my hand in case they tried anything.

"Don't," I grunted when Wynvail shot me a surprised look. I just grabbed him, supporting his back and grinding my teeth when he threw an arm across my shoulder and leant into me. "This is for killing Locke. Once you're out, we're even and I'll go back to planning your death."

He snorted. "I'd expect nothing less."

The third Fury stepped into our path, her snakes reared back, hissing ferociously.

"Oh, fuckoff,Alecto," Wynvail groaned, slumping into me.

"Do your moonbeam shit," I muttered to him.

"With what fucking energy? Cronus liquefied my insides."

Served him right for—helping us? Ugh, my conscience was getting out of hand.

Alecto, sadly, did not fuck off. Her snakes spat venom; I threw up a wall of my own serpents, protecting us from the spray. I didnotwant to know what that stuff would do if it touched my body.

"You attack us so readily, Halwen," Tisiphone taunted by the exit. Seemed my mate was done hugging Harvey and back to murder mode. I wanted to keep her in my line of sight, but I couldn't take my attention from Alecto. She'd bury her snakes' fangs in our throats the moment I looked away.

Wynvail inhaled through gritted teeth and slashed his brown hand up, a few flickers of light spitting at Alecto.

"That's just sad," I told him.

He snarled.

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