Let’s go.” Mr. Heiss raised his hand, drawing something in the air. It was some kind of circular symbol, but it was done too quickly for Seymour to make sense of it. Mr. Heiss curled his hand into a fist, squeezed tight, and there was an audible crunch of something shattering like glass.
A giant portal opened up, a tear in the very air around them filled with nothing but darkness, and Mr. Heiss stepped through it.
“Let fuckin’ go of me!” Seymour dug his heels in and pulled as hard as he could. “No, no, no! Not goin’ through the fuckin’ black hole!”
Sariel’s grip was like iron, and he pulled Seymour toward the portal. “It is not a black hole. Please.”
Seymour continued to fight, but there was no way he could break Sariel’s hold. He reached out with his free hand to grab one of the broken display cases, but his hand slipped.
Ugh.
In blood.
He went limp, collapsing to the ground and forcing Sariel to drag him.
“You may cut yourself on the glass.” Sariel frowned. “I do not wish to harm you.”
“Then let me go!” Seymour barked. “Right fuckin’ now! Before I pluck your ass like a damn chicken!”
The other two men laughed.
“Oh, he’s a feisty one,” the curly-haired one teased.
The man with the glasses smiled fondly. “Reminds me of you.”
“Aw, babe.” The curly-haired man grinned.
Right.
Nothing to see here.
Just two bloody guys being adorable and giving each other goo-goo eyes.
Totally fine.
Seymour remained limp and unmoving, and he tried not to look at the corpses. He’d seen a dead body before, but only at a funeral home. Those people always looked nice and peaceful.
These ones—not so much.
His gaze did drift to Talos though, as there was no blood on his body or his head, only a small drip of what may have been oil.
Fuckin’ hellfire.
Sariel sighed and leaned down, plucking Seymour off the ground and heaving him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Let us go.”
Seymour’s stomach flipped, and he refused to acknowledge the blood rushing right to his face.
That was gravity.
Not because it was really hot to be tossed around and manhandled.
Nope, nope, nope.
“Put me down! Right fuckin’ now!” Seymour bucked and threw elbows, but he might as well have been fighting the floor.
Sariel didn’t budge.
Seymour got one last look at the decapitated body of Talos before they stepped through the portal, and he swore…
