“I think I’ll keep that one to myself.” Nyx took another sip of ambrosia. Her cheeks were turning rosy as the effects took hold.
Brooks’ jaw clenched. He wanted to force the matter, and by the way Chaos roused Brooks knew he did too. “Tell me how many, Nyx.”
“Why does it matter?”
Because he didn’t have enough chaos to travel by himself, let alone with Xia.
He slipped a bit of his control to Chaos and caught the reflection of the neon blue eyes in her glass as it frosted.
“Two,” she relented, although not happily. She looked as if she were ready to break a few more knuckles.
“And where do they go?”
Her teeth ground together, the subtle scrape filling the space between them.
“Where. Do. They. Go.” Each word was backed by power that would make any lesser being cower. Nyx only glowered.
For some reason, it endeared her to him more.
That makes one of us, Chaos growled.
“Club Hel, which you’ve met, and the city of Dion at the base of Mount Olympus.”
“Okay.” Brooks glanced down at the invitation and reread it for the hundredth time. “How will I know where to find this one?”
“Beats me. You’re the all powerful one. Should be pretty fucking easy for you.”
“Your petulance is tiresome. Creating an entire universe was easier than getting information from you,” Chaos spoke from his lips.
Glass slammed against wood, and he looked back up to see her ambrosia drained and her stare boring holes into his head.
“There are a lot of tiresome things about you. Where would you like me to start?”
Irritation was a rising tide and he needed something to help him settle it. Brooks reached through his shadows to find Xia, letting the darkness float her essence down to fill his senses. With every inhale of her, a little frustration released with the exhale.
Ignoring her question, Brooks continued. “What does ‘when Selene bleeds’ mean?”
“I’m assuming it’s the blood moon. It happens sparsely, but we are due for one. I’d say three days time.”
Three days.
Three days of simmering in his need for vengeance.
“Well, if that’s all for now, I’m taking this.” She pulled the platter of food into her arms. “And going to bed.”
“It’s daytime, Nyx.”
“Yeah, and I spent my night dealing with you.”
Nyx grabbed the food and swayed as she stood, her eyes blinking furiously as if to shake the exhaustion. The plate slammed to the table as she caught herself and closed her eyes, one fist rubbing furiously against them.
“Nyx?”
Her knees buckled and sent her crashing to the floor. Brooks stood and the force sent the chair flying backward. He rounded the table and knelt to her prone form, placing his hands on her shoulders to give them a gentle shake.
“Nyx!”
She panted, heart pounding as her fingers and toes twitched like she was in a dream. Her eyes were wide open and glazed a milky white as she paled, and Brooks was powerless to help her.
