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“I’m so sorry.”
Hurting him sickened me, but the dagger was dormant again.
Aidan grunted, slumped against the wall, blood gushing from a broken nose. He vomited down himself.
The gray rock sparkled against my chest.
Take Paris to The Hinterlands.
Would this really protect me from the sunlight?
I heard a commotion upstairs. Voices. A squeal followed by booming footsteps.
The basement door flung open, a steaming Vaughn storming down the steps. “Fuck me hard!” He flung himself on the floor, rolling until the small flames went out. “Sorry, Majesty.” He sprawled out, panting. “Sunlight issues.”
Moments later, Medusa and Declan followed, two bare lightbulbs switching on.
“Sugar,” my friend panted, unhurt from what I could see.
At the sound of Aidan’s groans, she hissed, her emerald scales rippling up her body.
Vaughn jumped to his feet, rushing the deity in sync with Declan. The wolf delivered a kick to Aidan’s head, skull bursting open like a grape. Vaughn pulled off his arms, each one coming away as easily as plucking a butterfly’s wings. He then removed his legs.
The deity didn’t have time to make a sound, nothing but a torso in a puddle of gore.
“Sorry, overkill,” Vaughn said to Declan.
The alpha slapped him on the back. “Amazing work, my friend. Just a shame we couldn’t drag it out a bit longer. Shouldn’t have gone for the head pop so soon.”
Vaughn seemed to appreciate the sentiment greatly.
“What happened?” Medusa asked me.
“I have to get Paris to the Hinterlands. Now. Can you take me, please?”
She blanched slightly. “The Hinterlands?”
“I’ll tell you everything after. But I must get him to River Celestia.”
“Give me one minute,” she stated without question.
She could see how urgent this was because she always saw me.
“Thank you.”
She cocked her head, reaching out for Paris. “Poor thing. Did he hit his head?”
He wasn’t bleeding, thank goodness. “I knocked him out.”
The other men joined us.
“Why would you do that?” Declan asked, his brow furrowed.
“Reasons I’ll explain later.”
River Celestia. From what I could recall, it flowed about a mile north of the border the Elf Domain shared with the Hinterlands. A dark, angry body of water cutting through barren lands.
Why in Selene’s name would I submerge Paris in it?
