Chapter Fourteen
Kid tailed behind Treycore, down a hallway. What few working fluorescent lights were on flickered sporadically.
Lero had dropped Kid and Treycore off outside an abandoned hospital and pointed them toward where he’d felt Vera’s teleportation. As they’d entered the hospital, they’d heard moaning and followed the sound.
Treycore and Kid peered into a security mirror. Kid saw that giant, Craetis, who he’d fought with at Dedrus and Treycore’s place. He dragged Maggie along with some guy in a suit, heading into a room.
“Veylo has Maggie,” Treycore said before turning to kid. “Okay, I’m gonna take these assholes out. You hide somewhere and just stay safe. Got it?”
“I wanna help.”
“You’ll help by staying out of my way. I can take these assholes. I’ve taken on worse. The whole battle between Heaven and Hell, remember?”
Kid nodded. He was disappointed, but he knew there was no way he could help Treycore fight immortals. If anything, he would be an inconvenience, like he felt he’d been all along.
Treycore grabbed Kid’s arm and pulled him close. He kissed him softer than he’d ever kissed him before. Kid savored his sweet, immortal taste.
As Treycore pulled back, he returned for another kiss—long, passionate, deep. He pulled away again and looked into Kid’s eyes. It was that same soul-piercing gaze—the one that made Kid feel so naked, so vulnerable.
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” Treycore said.
Kid smiled. It sounded like something someone would say to someone they loved. He wanted to tell Treycore how he felt. He wanted to say that he loved him. But that was ridiculous. They’d known each other for such a short time.
He clenched his teeth and headed down the hall, taking sanctuary in a nearby restroom.
***
Treycore glanced around, making sure the coast was clear. He darted down the hall, readying his sword.
Maggie’s labor screams echoed all around him.
Approaching the door at the end, he set his hand on the knob.Bunch of fallens, he thought with disgust.No sweat. He turned the knob and burst in.
Maggie lay on the hospital bed, her soaked hair shining under the lights. She clasped onto the sheets, tensing her grip.
“I need a fucking epidural!” she wailed, hissing breaths, sweat dripping off her bangs.
Veylo and Craetis’s attention jerked to Treycore. Veylo whipped out his sword and lunged at him. Treycore sliced into Veylo’s thumb, forcing his sword to the floor.
“Fuck!” Veylo roared, massaging his wound. Craetis barreled at Treycore.
Treycore sliced his sword through the air. Craetis halted just before its tip.
“Just a little farther,” Treycore mocked.
“If you didn’t have your sword,” Craetis snarled, “I’d fucking tear you in two.”
“If you think,” Veylo began, his fresh blood spewing onto the floor, “you’re walking out of here with that baby—”
“I don’tthink,” Treycore replied. “Iam.”
“Fuck no!” Maggie shrieked. “I am not fucking going anywhere! I am having this baby. Ah! Pain! Fucking pain! Someone get me an epiduralright now!”
“Everybody back the fuck off!” Treycore ordered.
Craetis didn’t move.
Treycore stared him down. “Today is not the day to test me.”
