Does the Shadow Realm have dogs? I could use some pet therapy right about now. It seems unlikely. I’m assuming dogs would immediately sense evil and try to eat Sin.
His disgust suits me just fine.
When people see a gross-looking bug, they typically leave it alone or kill it outright to avoid touching it too much.
Disgust reduces my chances of being tortured.
Shrugging off his revulsion, I decide to rip off the proverbial band-aid. If the mistress of evil wants to speak to me, my anxiety would prefer if we did it right away. “Where is Morgana then? I’d like to speak to her, too.”
I don’t think my talk with Morgana will be a pleasant one. Based on the vibes Sin is throwing out, he seems like a strong contender for ‘bad guy number 1’. But it probably wouldn’t hurt to get both sides of the story. Then I can make an educated decision about what I should do next.
Right now, I’m leaning towards finding out if there’s a realm warded against men, and all we do is read smutty novels under soft blankets.
Maybe I can ask Rosie later.
In retrospect, her asking me nicely to please not get myself killed definitely passes the vibe check.
“Morgana isn’t here,” Sin answers, just as we reach a massive set of double wooden doors. The doors are engraved with what looks like thousands of different runes.
They look heavy, but Sin shoves one open like it weighs nothing. Unsurprisingly, he does not hold itopen for me, and I need to dart in behind him to avoid being crushed.
I wait a breath for Sin to elaborate.
Another breath.
Nothing.
The box of repressed rage cracks open a little further. “Then why am I here? Can’t we just bippity-boppity-poof over to her?”
He spits his answer, “She’s on a mission and can’t be reached. This is going to be quite a shock to a Council whore, but you are not, in fact, the centre of the universe, and there are far more important things going on here other than your precious time.”
I’m getting the distinct impression that this man has a grudge against me.
I mean, fair, seeing as I am technically supposed to kill him.
But still, he doesn’t have to be mean about it.
Sin keeps moving and stomps up a long set of stairs.
“Okay, well, when is she going to be back?” I ask, trailing after him.
Reaching the top, Sin walks by a few doors before pausing in front of one. He makes a grand gesture of opening the door. There is a noticeable absence of any exterior lock on it.
It’s my room.
I cross my arms, glaring at him.
Sin arches an eyebrow at my posturing and answers, “No idea.”
My jaw nearly hits the floor.
“What do you mean you have no idea? You can’t just keep me indefinitely!” My voice goes up an octave.
Sin takes a step away from my door, leaving me room to enter.
I don’t budge.
He leans against the wall, eyeing me up and down. His cruel smile is back when he answers, “On the contrary, mortal, I can have you at my mercy for as long as I want.”
