The god of war waspuredestructive power, and I was about to say fuck it to our bargain when Ares mounted her, straddling her narrow hips as he prepared to hit her again.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you bleed, you little bitch. You’ll be begging for forgiveness by the time I’m done with you!” he roared.
I moved to take flight so I could tear him off of her when she gave him a wicked smile, her teeth covered in blood from the hit she’d taken to the face.
“With what dick, asshole?” she chirped, and I froze as magic swirled in her palm.
She conjured a glowing set of kitty knuckles in the hand that wasn’t still gripping the scepter, and she ruthlessly stabbed them—multiple times—into his crotch. He yowled in agony and threw himself off of her, his jeans turning dark with blood.
She got quickly to her feet and stood over him as he roared in pain, clutching his bleeding dick as she once again drew the scepter back.
“Good luck fuckinganythingwith a mutilated cock.” She smirked and then brought the scepter down on his skull with so much force it caved in.
The scepter pulsed with power, and I watched in awe as Ares’ screams were abruptly cut off, and the artifact began to suck his essence up like a magical vacuum.
He writhed and bucked under the relentless force of themagic.
His body seemed to wither as he was pulled apart, and soon, he was nothing but a fine glowing dust that the scepter absorbed into itself greedily.
After what felt like an eternity, the graveyard was silent, and only Hecate remained, holding the fortified scepter triumphantly before her, her magic kitty knuckles still dripping with Ares’ blood.
I took flight and changed mid-air before landing lightly on my feet beside her, grinning and shaking my head ruefully.
“I thought he had you there for a second.”
She beamed at me, handing me the scepter, and I shivered at how much more powerful it was now that Ares was trapped within it.
“Nah. That was always the plan,” she said smugly, looking down at her bloodied self-defense weapon. “Man, I’ve wanted to stab that guy in the dick for like, four thousand years.”
I chuckled softly, affectionately shoving her on the shoulder as we made our way out of the cemetery and toward the Church of Seraphim.
“Well, hopefully, I get a chance to do the same to Raz.”
Hec’s expression darkened, and she gave me a firm nod.
“He deserves more than a good stabbing. I want you to rip that dude’s dick clean off.”
I threw an arm around her shoulders and dropped a kiss on her head.
“Ask and you shall receive, little witch.”
Icouldn’t stop pacing.
This was wrong. I shouldn’t be here.
I could feel the bond that connected me to Gabriel pulsing like it was a tangible thing as I completed my hundredth lap around Hecate’s living room.
He tugged on it gently as if he could feel how distressed I was, even from the other side of town.
The tug meant he was okay. He wasn’t hurt.
I needed to calm the fuck down.
But Icouldn’t.
What if he was captured? What if Raz did to him what had been done to me? What if this was all a trap to kidnap Gabe and use him as bait to get to me?
No.
