“You have lost your fucking mind.”
“No, I haven’t.It. Is. Impossible.So how do you have it? Your precious little goddess did it for you, didn’t she?”
He was pissed, but I was just simply confused. Why would Della ever do that?
“That makes no sense. I’ve had visions almost my entire existence in Hell. She couldn’t have given it to me.”
“Unless she came to Hell.”
I scoffed, then laughed in Mateo’s face because he had lost it.
“Della would never go to Hell. Besides, she didn’t even know I existed back then.” Mateo looked completely serious. “You seriously think that the Goddess of Life came down to Hell for some reason and became infatuated with me? Then what? Gave me magic? Seriously, you need to go take a long nap to help you recover from whatever you are suffering from.”
“You shouldn’t have magic, and I asked the right gods about how you could get it. They all said the same thing. A god or goddess had to have given it to you.”
I didn’t say anything to him. “Leave.”
“Fine, but your little bitch is keeping secrets, so figure them out.”
He left before I could punch him in the face. I looked around the space as if Della would pop out and tell me my brother was crazy. It was crazy. There was no way that she did that. Della would never come to Hell for a man she didn’t even know existed. But something in the back of my mind wondered why Mateo would come tell me. If he was right about my magic, then someone gave it to me.
I sighed heavily.
There was no way I was going to listen to Mateo. For all I knew, this was part of their fucking scheming. They still hadn’t told me about taking the gods and their mates, but I knew they were behind it. They had to be. They were the ones keeping secrets. Della wasn’t.
I trusted her more than anyone.
Chapter 11
Della
There was pounding on my door, but I knew I was home alone. I had come home from Haden’s to take a bath and pack some clothes. Wrapping the towel around me, I glanced into my room. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I jumped back when the pounding on my door started again.
The door was physically vibrating. What the fuck? My heart pounded because I knew someone, or something, had been following me for weeks now. I had a feeling I knew who it was—Haden’s fucking siblings.
I quickly threw on some clothes as the door continued to rattle relentlessly. Slowly, I stepped forward, my hands shaking as I reached for the door. As soon as I touched the handle, it stopped moving and the pounding stopped. I ripped open the door only to be met by no one. Instantly my eyes drifted to the floor, knowing that I would see a red lily again.
Haden’s siblings were sending me a message. I got rid of it like I did with the other ones and slammed my door shut. I couldfeel them watching and turned quickly to look out my wall of windows. All I saw was the night sky and stars. But just as I was turning away, I saw a movement. A tall figure stood in the shadows, but I could not make out anything about them.
I walked to the window and stared directly at them as I lifted my hand and flipped them off. They disappeared without a reaction. Fuck, something told me that I would be meeting all of them very soon. My door opened, and Mikel stood in the doorway. His starlight eyes met mine.
“I heard a noise,” he said as if I asked what he was doing. “Are you alone?”
“Yes.” I looked away from him because every time I looked at my brother, I saw the devastation in his eyes, a haunting reminder of what I did to him. Guilt rippled over me. These feelings were getting worse with each passing day. It was like the universe was punishing me for trying to be happy. The fates knew I killed Mikel’s happiness and didn’t deserve happiness either.
“You don’t look alright.” Mikel tried again.
I glanced at him for a brief moment, taking in the dark rings under his eyes and his disheveled clothes. He looked terrible. I heard him crying through the walls at night sometimes. He called out to Remiah in his dreams.
“I’m fine.”
Mikel hesitated before turning around, and for some reason I wanted him to stay like he used to, back when we were all each other had—before I ruined it.
“Mikel,” I called out.
He stopped and turned to me.
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I just have to say this before I leave.” I stared at him. “I love you, and I will never ask for your forgiveness, but I want you to know that what happened with Remiah—”
