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Malice glanced at the door and sighed. “Speaking of suffering. Where the bloody hell is Christian, and why has the generator not come on?”
“See? I told him not to say he’d be right back. Kiss of death.”
“Not helpful, Sinclair,” Malice growled. “I’ll go find him. We will need light, at the very least. I’ll?—”
“Don’t say it!”
Malice flashed a rare smirk as he left the room. “Be right back.”
Well, now I had to go with him. “Fuck. Come on, guys.”
Chapter
Twelve
MALICE
“Guys, I have a question,” Sin said as we made our way toward the back of the château.
“Of course you do. What else is new?” Chaos muttered.
“Curiosity is a good thing. Don’t try to make me hide my light under a bushel.”
“Go on, Sinclair. Ask your question,” I said.
Merri was sandwiched between me and Sin, her perfume more noticeable than usual. Perhaps it was because she was so close to me, or perhaps she spritzed more on than normal, but either way, her scent was delectable and, unfortunately, distracting.
“That obviously wasn’t the first video. Are there more? And if there are, how many? What do you think we missed?”
“That was three questions,” I pointed out, biting back a smile when Merri snorted a laugh.
“Fine. I have three questions. They’re still pertinent.”
Merri twisted her head his way and pressed a kiss to his arm. “Very pertinent,” she said, her voice soft enough I don’t think it traveled beyond the three of us.
“The video was clearly a call to arms. We can assume that any others that preceded the one Hades sent conveyed a similar message.” Chaos’s answer was delivered so matter of factly it left little room for argument.
“It’s so weird to hear you call him Hades,” Merri said.
“Why wouldn’t we call him Hades? That’s his name.”
“Should we call him Lord of the Underworld?” Sin added. “Henceforth and forevermore, I shall be called the Horseman Famine. Emphasis on the ‘The’.”
Merri smacked Sin on the arm. “Shut up, smartass. I meant because when we were at Blackwood together, his name was Cain. We had group therapy together a few times.”
I snorted. “I cannot picture Hades in therapy, let alone group therapy.”
“I can,” Sin said. “It’s hilarious. I bet he loved talking about his feelings.”
Merri made a soft, dissenting sound. “More like he was allergic to them.”
“Who among us,” I muttered.
“No wonder you two are buddies.”
Bristling, I stood a little straighter as Grim opened the door to the back garden for us. “I am notbuddieswith anyone.”
“Ouch,” Sin said, clutching his heart as we stepped over the threshold and into the storm. “O true apothecary. Thy drugs are quick.”
