CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Poppy’s lips pinched at the sound of her lover’s voice. “Godric?”
Cassander and Theron thrashed inside their bindings.
The poles still didn’t move.
Godric stood to his full intimidating height and stretched his arms over his head, arching his back. Bones popped from disuse, but he merely smiled. It was small. And more than a little evil as he stared at her. He chuckled, like a man winning a victory, spreading his arms wide to walk in a slow circle, his gaze traveling over each of us on our poles.
He answered, “No. Not Godric.”
“Kill him,” Rune barked. “Do it now, Poppy.”
I stared at the “gun” she had in her hand. I’d never seen anything like it before. She had said it was a weapon, and Theron was acting like it was one. If Godric wasn’t ‘home’ right now, and intended to harm her, then she had damn well better use that weird thing.
Godric lifted a finger into the air. “Tsk. Tsk.One of the aberrations speaks.” His eyes snapped to Rune. “I didn’t give you permission, though.”
“Fuck you,” Rune growled.
Poppy’s nostrils flared, her voice a low hiss. “What do you want, Mr. Valentine?”
My eyes flew to Godric.
That motherfucker was inside his head?
My limbs began to tremble, fear icing my veins and shooting to my head. My headache pounded even more fiercely, and my stomach turned. Bile rose in my throat, and I swiftly swallowed it down. If I puked, I’d drown myself in it with the gag in my mouth.
We were all fucked.
Godric turned his attention back to the redhead. The evil smile returned, curling his lips in nasty hatred. “We’re going to play a game. Are you ready to have some fun?”
Her jaw clenched together. She didn’t speak, her hand trembling where she held the gun.
“I’ll talk. I don’t mind.” Godric strolled around the flat rock where the sword lay in the middle. He pointed at it while keeping his eyes on her, his bare feet kicking up tiny grains of sand with each slow step he took. “This game is calledSpin the Sword. I will be doing the spinning. And wherever the pointy end lands, I kill that individual.”
“You. Sick. Fuck.” Poppy’s hand tightened on the gun.
Godric shrugged his massive shoulders, snickering quietly. “You know it won’t actually kill them.” A head tilt to Cassander. “Except for that one. And possibly Theron.”
Poppy ground her teeth together. Quiet.
“And you have Godric’s gun,” he stated. He pointed at it, his head cocking. “Do you know where the safety is on it?”
Without looking down, Poppy’s thumb instantly moved against the weapon.
A quietclickresounded in the hush.
Godric nodded. “Very good. Anytime you want me to stop hurting your friends, all you have to do is kill this body.” He waved his hands up and down his frame. “It’s very simple. Point and pull the trigger, and all this current fun will end.”
“Why are you doing this to us?”Poppy shouted, leaning forward in her fury.
“Because someone needs to be taught a lesson in pain.” Godric grinned, but his eyes held pure contempt. “And you’re going to help me with that.”
“Rune was right,” she hissed. “Fuck you.”
“I believe this body already did that.” He leaned down to the bottom of the rock and pressed something. Then he brought his hand to the hilt of the sword and flicked his wrist. The sword starting spinning in a rapid blur, staying in place on top of the flat rock. Godric peeked up at her, and whispered with amusement, “I wonder who it will land on first.”
I growled, “Poppy, kill that bastard.”
