“And there is one more thing… for you asked for two things, and each one comes at a price.”Hades’ voice is all around me as Heaven stands her ground. The smell of blood makes me look at her to see the red liquid trickle down from the corner of her glowing eye.
Hades flicks his hand, and suddenly I can’t hear anything. I struggle against it as both face one another, and Heaven nods.
Fuck, what did she just agree to?!
“Hey, don’t fucking shut me out!” I snarl, but I’m ignored.
I see Heaven snap her fingers, chanting a few words, as a scroll appears, and Hades flicks his fingers as more writing appears at the bottom. They both make a good fucking team, which pisses me the hell off. Why the fuck block me out?
“Hades, I know you can fucking hear me,” I growl.
Heaven steps forward, but she’s struggling to keep her posture. The weight of Hades’ power is crashing down on her, but she still takes her time to read the contract thoroughly.
“Hey, don’t sign it. What is the second condition?!” I growl, but neither looks my way.
Hades signs it first in black smoky ink that glows blue, and then a feathered quill appears in Heaven’s hand, and she slices her wrist with the tip before signing in her fucking name – completing and binding that fucking deal.
Heaven’s head snaps back, her eyes unseeing as I see the threads of green and gold stretch from her neck and wrap around Hades.
Fuck!
Hades’ laughter erupts in my ears, activating my hearing once more. I cover them; the sound is excruciating. I watch as he looks at his hands, amusement in his eyes. Then the darkness crashes down on us, and I see something wrap around Heaven. She’s holding something in her arms, and then we’re thrown backwards. For a second, I can’t see anything, but I hear the splash of water and know she’s ended up in the pool.
The darkness clears up as I look around and spot her floating in the pool, holding the black chest Hades has given her, but she’s unconscious, blood dripping into the water.
“Fuck, you’re so damn annoying, Blondie,” I mutter as I jump into the water to get the girl.
I wrap my arm around her, about to touch the black chest, but the energy radiating off it makes me decide against that. I’m done with getting surprised today.
Shaking my head, I lift her up bridal style and place her at the edge of the pool, pushing her unceremoniously so I can climb out. I’m fucking soaked again.
It’s daylight once more, and if it wasn’t for both of us being soaking wet, you wouldn’t even think anything had happened here. Her eyes fly open, and she gasps, bolting upright.
She moves her mouth and then touches her throat. A flicker of something flashes in her eyes, and I frown. It was lessthan a second, but it was there.
“You can’t talk; you gave your voice, remember? Now you can’t even do spells,” I say icily. Her eye might look ok now, but it was fucking bleeding before. That shit ain’t normal.
She raises an eyebrow, tossing her wet hair, and somehow – some-fucking-how it still flicks. She raises a finger and writes something in the air, and gold letters dance in front of me.
Doesn’t matter. I got what I wanted. I got us safe passage to and from the Realm of the Gods, it’s perfect,it reads.
“At what fucking cost, your voice? You’re a witch; you need your voice for spells. How are you going to explain this shit to anyone?” I snarl. “Why did you have to fucking take things into your own hands?”
There wasn’t any other way; besides, it was foolproof. I just got us a pass and protection for this trip. I will not let there be the blood of others on my hands. This is a rescue mission, not a life for life,she writes again.
It’s almost as if she knew this would happen. I narrow my eyes. “Wait, how are you doing this spell?” I ask.
I told you, I’m not reckless. I had prepared an amulet that I spelled so I could write what I wanted to say when the time came,she writes with a delicate finger.
Not talking and the way she’s pouting makes her look like a damn freaky doll with the way she tilts her head and looks at me with disdain.
“Right…” I massage my jaw, and she rolls her eyes. Even I don’t need her to write out that she wants to call me an idiot. I narrow my eyes as she stands up and brushes off her wet skirt, but then her power shimmers and she’s suddenly dry. “How the fuck did you do that spell?”
She smirks.I gave my voice to him, not my power. When we chant a spell, we don’t use our regular voice; we use the magic and the power of our ancestors to call on the magic around us and within.
“So, like Kat’s man?”
No. Enrique wills things, and they happen.
