Cassander sighed. “Ms. Carvene, take the knife that God’s hiding against his right ankle.”
“I don’t want a weapon. I want to leave.”
“Just take it out.”
I ground my teeth together.
Nevertheless, I bent and grabbed the knife that was indeed hidden under Godric’s pant leg. I straightened with the polished blade in my hand. “It’s pretty. But I still want to go. Call the train back, someone.”
Cassander snickered. “Do me one more favor.”
“What?” I snapped.
“Prick the tip of God’s thumb with the blade.”
Godric blinked. He didn’t breathe.
“I’m not going to cut him.”
“Just a tiny prick. Then I’ll call the train back.”
I grabbed Godric’s closest hand and pressed the tip of the blade to his finger. “Sorry about this, big man. But that guy is crazy, and we need to get the hell out of here.”
Godric didn’t move a muscle as I put a little pressure on the knife. His eyes did lower though from the tree line to stare at his finger. A drop of blood beaded on his skin.
I pulled the knife away, and ordered, “Call it.”
Finn stared at the blood. He reached forward and brushed his finger over Godric’s, wiping the dot away.
Another blood dot formed slowly.
Finn choked. “Oh my. Fuck, God.”
Godric swayed where he stood, still staring at his finger. He whispered, “I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I,” I groused. I put a hand on his shoulder since it appeared he was about to faint at the sight of his own blood. “I want to get the hell out of here. And your friend is a liar.”
Godric argued absently, “He’s not my friend.”
He wiped off the blood, pinched his thumb, and stared in a daze as another blood drop beaded on his skin.
“Jesus, quit doing that. You look faint enough.” I rubbed his shoulder. Hard. “Godric, snap out of it. I’m seriously freaking out. The monsters from my nightmare are coming this way, and I’m afraid I’m either dead from the last test, have hit my head, or I’ve been drugged. I want to leave. Please.”
“You’re not any of those things, Ms. Carvene.” Cassander snickered, and then lowered his swords. He placed them on the ground. “This is so anticlimactic. The bastard must be weak. Those things are a lot slower than I thought they’d be. I imagined I’d rush to the rescue and get to kill some bad guys, but instead, they are slower than snails. Seriously. I’ve seen snails move faster than those rickety ass bad guys.”
“Call the train,” I hissed.
He ignored me. “I’ve got time to explain something.”
Then he did the unexpected.
I shook Godric’s shoulder again, my eyes widening in surprise. “Godric… Your crazy friend is stripping in front of us.”
“Not my friend,” he mumbled again.
Godric the Great stared at the tiny bead of blood.
“You’re not impressing me right now, big man.”
