There’s a club not far from us, the hum of the music and the faint lights whenever the door opens are the only sounds we hear for a moment.
“Can’t you just kill some evil people? Doesn’t your pack prison contain some people who have committed atrocious crimes?” Blondie asks, her voice as haughty as ever. I know she’s squirming inside, no matter how unbothered she’s pretending to be.
“Doesn’t work like that, Blondie. Plus, I don’t think I want to explain to my old man how someone suddenly died.” I strum my fingers on the steering wheel, looking through my tinted windows as I see a businessman step out of the club. He’s unsteady on his feet, and the way his shirt is undone, it’s obvious he’s just fucked around in there. I see the glint of a ring on his finger.
“He’ll do,” I say.
“What? He’s a normal person!” Heaven says, her voice tight.
I chuckle watching the man get into his car. “Yup, who has plenty of life ahead of him, but it’s him, or we keep looking, and it was the two of you who wanted this done as fast as fucking possible, right?”
“But we can choose some-” I turn, cutting the pampered princess off.
“Choosing who dies isn’t easy, is it? If we want, we can justify every single one of them, but we don’t have the time. Now, look around, and choose your targets.”
“You’re sick, Theo,” Allie says flatly.
I chuckle humourlessly. “Thanks, so take your pick, plenty of trash around here.”
“Her.” Allie points at someone, and I follow in the direction she’s pointing, at a woman who is leaning against a pole, smoking. She looks out of it; her life span is shorter than the man I’ve finalised… but she might do.
“Allie! We can’t.”
“We don’t have a choice. Besides, she’ll die soon; she’s sick.”
“And you know that how?” I ask.
“Lycan hearing, asshole,” she bites back.
“Alright, you’re up, Blondie.”
She lets out a small huff of annoyance, but doesn’t respond. I glance at her through the rearview mirror as she stares outside, the tiniest of frowns on her face.
She’s the kind of woman Hades would love to play with; her power and her connection to her witch bloodline are something that would make him even keener. Many dead witches reside in the underworld, and the connection between the dead and the living remains.
She’s not chosen anyone, but she’s watching everyone. A woman drags a man who’s approached her down a narrow alley, where I see he’s already got his hands all over her.
I scoff. “Time, Blondie, we’re running out of time. I still need to actually take their souls, so any time tonight would be great.”
“I can’t choose someone like this… at random. Wait, I can. I’ll choose the one who holds the most evil within their heart,” she states before reaching for the front seat lever to lift it up so she can get out.
“Where are you going?”
“Outside, I need to be in touch with the earth,” she replies arrogantly, as if this is obvious.
“Just pick someone; you’re not getting out.” She’s mental.
This time, she scoffs. “Watch me,” she says with a ‘no one tells me what to do’ expression on her face.
She pushes the seat forward and opens the door, getting out. I curse under my breath. Girls are fucking annoying. I get out and look at her from over the roof of the car.
“I can manage alone,” she declares, flicking her hair over her shoulder. I cock a brow as she whispers a spell and, kneeling down, places her hand on the ground. Her eyes glow the moment her hand touches it.
Allie mutters something about that being gross, but Blondie doesn’t seem to care.
She closes her eyes, and I watch. Can she really sense out those who are evil?
“Can you really tell if someone is evil?” I ask sceptically. She ignores me, but Allie, who is standing behind her, arms crossed, looks at me and nods.
