Finn gasped, his body jerking. But he didn’t scream.
In fact, he glared right into Godric’s eyes until his blue eyes fluttered shut.
In death. Dead.
I held perfectly still, my entire body shaking like a hurricane was rocking it.
Darkness threatened to take over my vision, but I shook my head hard. I wanted to see death coming for me. I wanted to look it in the eye and let it know just what I thought of it. Just how sick and thieving it could be.
Godric pulled his hand back and gripped Finn’s heart in his palm.
He held it out to Poppy, and asked conversationally, “Want it?”
Mina choked, gagging at the sight.
Poppy’s chest pumped hard, her breathing labored. Her hand shook as she gripped the gun more fiercely. “You are a revolting,vilecreature.”
Godric chucked the mutilated, bloody heart over his shoulder and shrugged. A smirk stole along his features. “Let’s spin the sword again, shall we?”
He did a goddamn little shuffle dance with his bare feet as he made his way to the rock, sand shooting every direction into the air. “Are you coming, Ms. Carvene?”
Her feet remained completely rooted to the sand, not stepping toward him.
Poppy’s chin jutted out in anger, glowering into her lover’s eyes.
Godric merely laughed at the sight, rubbing at his face with his bloody hand, amused at her fearless actions. Blood streaked from his forehead down his cheek, a warrior in the heat of battle. He mumbled with cheer, “I hope it’s someone good.”
He grabbed the hilt of the sword and gave it a hard shove.
My attention was completely on the spinning blade.
I couldn’t breathe.
I didn’t dare blink, my heart hammering inside my chest—for now.
The sword slowed and eventually stopped.
Godric’s brow furrowed, glancing at the person. “Do you think a king can kill a king?”
Theron’s dark eyes were murderous. “Find out, asshole.”
Godric tapped his fingers on his bottom lip in thought. He eyed Theron, running his gaze up and down his body.
A full minute of silence went by before he shook his head. “No, I think I’ll wait.”
He spun the sword again.
I cried out when it stopped, my stomach dropping.
“No, no,” I shouted, shaking my head. “Leave him alone!”
Godric snorted, shaking his head at me. “You’re the new one. It shows.” Then he started walking toward Rune, waggling his fingers at him. “Ready for the pain, Mr. Mason?”
“We are going to kill you,” Rune hissed.
“But not before you die,” Godric crooned, stopping directly in front of him. His eyes flicked to the woman with the gun. “Are you watching?”
He didn’t wait for her comment. His fist was a blur, flying forward into Rune’s chest.
