Fuck, I’m going to feel this tomorrow.
An unladylike groan leaves me as the wind dies down, and Cain’s eerie laughter grows louder. Glancing around, I finally spy Knots a few feet behind me, and he doesn’t look any better off than I do. His wings are bent unnaturally as he tries to get up, and I don’t see his glowing sword anymore.
“Did you forget, Kanotiel? I’m untouchable,” Cain’s voice rings out as he walks closer to me. “Even with your Angel sword,” he gloats as I flip over onto my back.
He must have Little Dick Syndrome.
Cain’s eyes laser-focus a glare on me, even Lucy would approve of.
“I heard that, little mouse,” he hisses.
“Good,” I smile through the pain in my cheeks.
There’s a commotion towards the Hub, and Cain curses under his breath, but I hear it and secretly dance since I’m still tied up like a damn hog. But it’s a great feeling seeing him scowl as he glares in that direction before squatting down in front of me.
“I meant what I said. We are meant to be together; that is why Father is after you. I want you to comewillingly,” he says while gently running his finger down my cheek. “He has no such desires. Believe it or not, little mouse, I am the lesser evil.”
Hearing voices calling out in the distance, Cain leans forward and kisses me on the forehead, which sends a chill throughout my entire body. Standing up to his full height, he steps back slightly into the waiting darkness.
“Catch you later, little mouse.” He winks right as the first people round the corner.
“Rez!” Zeke yells.
“Cain?” Astaroth questions, right as Cain disappears into the darkness.
The weapons master’s murderous gaze snaps to me, and I suddenly wish I could disappear, too. Especially as more students and faculty personnel show up to see what caused the wind slash from Hell.
“Was that Cain? Was he here?” Astaroth demands. His voice comes out thunderous as his eyes turn molten, and all I can do is nod in fear.
Fuck, please don’t kill me.
Zeke reaches for me and starts to hack away at my restraints around my wrist and ankles.
“Cain was here?” Murmur pops up next to him out of nowhere and starts sniffing the air. He follows his nose my way and back towards the darkness. “Get Lilith’s dogs,” he says. “I have a trail.”
Astaroth nods and disappears in the blink of an eye, and Murmur turns to me with a frown. He opens his mouth to berate or question me about Cain, but stops when Reaper finally makes his appearance.
Returning from playing fetch, he brings me his stick and sets it down before me when someone screams from the crowd forming behind us.
“Rez, what were you and Reaper doing out here?” Zeke asks, staring in horror at me.
“We were going back to the dorm and playing fetch on the way with a stick,” I admit.
Someone tries to quiet down the screaming student as Reaper comes over looking for hugs and kisses for fetching.
“I’m not sure I would call that a stick,” Zeke tells me.
“That’s a good boy,” I try but fail to praise Reaper as I take in what he dropped in front of me.
“I have to admit, chickadee, even in Hell’s terms that’s a fucked up stick,” Murmur agrees.
Well. Shit. He has a point. How do you even identify whose arm this is?
CHAPTER 19
Amends
Knots
