Page 52 of Total Lunar Eclipse
“Onward!” I cry like some Valkyrie.
Edgar is a magnificent runner, and in no time, we come up to the doors of Bitchhole’s palace.
I’m so pissed, I don’t even acknowledge how truly stunning the building is. I mean, it’s made of freaking emeralds.
“How are we going to do this?” Edgar asks.
“I say we surprise this bitch and storm her castle. Not sexually.”
Edgar groans, making me smile a little.
“I doubt that’s going to work. Furthermore, it’s going to be extremely difficult to kill her in her own domicile. Even weakened, she’s not defenseless here. The stones are her defense mechanism. Once inside the palace, they will drain your powers. Mine, too.”
“But you’re still physically stronger than her, right?” I ask him.
“I suppose, but her powers-”
“Just hold her when I tell you to, ok?” I cut him off.
“Okaaaaaay,” he agrees reluctantly.
Good enough for me.
I push open the door, surprised that it opens.
This petty cuntcushion is just waiting for me, isn’t she?
Hope she’s into ninja pegging.
We walk through an amazing atrium and then through another set of doors into a freaking throne room.
That’s right.
A throne room.
This pussyfalafel is so high on herself, she made a fucking throne room.
Well, I guess she’s queen of her own domicile, to be fair. Every woman should be queen of her home. Trust Tree Sisters, if you aren’t queen in your house, you need to ask yourselfWTF. It’s an acronym forI better be fucking queen or I will cut a bitch. Something got lost in the abbreviation, I think.
And there, against the back wall, is a glittering throne of diamonds, pearls, moonstones, and other gems. The second my eyes latch onto the moonstones, I feel my powers diminish. Lina is sitting on the throne, watching me with a lucid, undecipherable look.
Of all the things that could scare me, this terrifies me the most.
A rational Moon can’t be a good thing.
“Welcome, Zahra,” she greets me softly. “And Chiron, so good to see you alive. No worries. I will rectify this soon enough.”
Ah, there’s that insanity I’m counting on.
I’m hoping to use it against her.
As well as her vanity.
“How are you going to kill Chiron? Did you get any of the Minors’ teeth?” I ask conversationally.
“Alas, no. I was in a hurry. As for Chiron, we shall see what tickles my fancy. Both of you are powerless inside here. You fell right into my trap. I’m going to kill you and bring back Jupiter. And then kill the traitorous bastard myself. It’s a shame all my men are gone, butc’est la vie. I will just have to create myself a new harem of jewels.”
“How did you disguise yourself as Mary without the guys ever knowing?” I then ask in false fascination.
