Savitar ducked. Had it hit him, it would have counted. “I hate all of you!” Styxx growled deep in his throat. A throat that was still damaged because of Acheron and the gods who could never leave him alone.
Damn it all …
No, damnthemall.
None of them had ever taken pity on him. He was thrown aside and forgotten like garbage.
Until they needed him.
All he’d ever wanted was a family. One person who treated him like he mattered to them. And all he’d gotten was disappointment.
From all of them. It’d taken him centuries to come to terms with that one single fact.
What the fuck does it matter?Really? He didn’t have a life. He never had.
And he damn sure didn’t have his wife or his child …
Never mindtwokids.
Go ahead and die already.There was no one to mourn his passing.
Angry, hurt, and aching over a fact he’d never been able to change, Styxx pulled his aba on, then jerked his backpack up from the ground. His breathing ragged, he glared his hatred at Savitar. “Can you make sure my animals and gear go to someone who needs them and that my dog doesn’t get eaten by his new caretaker?”
Savitar was stunned. “You agree?”
Styxx averted his gaze as a thousand emotions pile-drived him to the point where he didn’t really know what he felt. Other than hurt and alone.
But that was nothing new for him.
He met Savitar’s stoic lavender gaze. “I’ve never been quite the bastard all of you labeled me. You knew I couldn’t let him die, otherwise you wouldn’t have come here.”
“Thank you, Styxx.”
“For what?”
“Being the man I knew you were.”
“Go fuck yourself, Savitar. Just take me wherever I need to go and stop with the sentimental bullshit you don’t mean before I give in to my desire to punch the shit out of you.”
Urian stood besideDavyn, listening to Sin and Katra review their plans for fighting against the Atlantean gods. It was all well and good, except for one thing.
“Am I reading this wrong? Or in every play does Styxx end up dead?”
Acheron sighed. “I know. I’m trying, Urian. I don’t want him dead, either, but I can’t think of anything else. Really, I’m open to any suggestion. I guess if there’s any consolation, it is what Styxx wants.”
Well, he was glad his boss was feeling so cavalier about his brother’s life. However …
“Not really what I want for him, seeing how he’s my best friend.”
“Excuse me?” Davyn gave him an offended glare.
“You’re my brother. Shut up.” Urian kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair.
“Rather be a friend. Your friends, you don’t abuse.”
“Stop your whining.”
Ash rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I agree with you, Urian. I’d really rather not do Styxx any more harm either. I’ve racked my brains every which I can, but—”
