Page 165 of Obsidian and Frost
Way too hard.
Shit.
It slammed against the wall—but didn’t make a sound.
And there was zero damage.
Under any other circumstances, that amount of unchecked force would have ripped it off its hinges, damaged the wall in the process, and basically turned the thing to kindling.
Huh.The place was obviously super reinforced then.
It made sense with a bunch of Celestial children running around who were still learning about their powers and abilities.
With a sigh of relief, I walked into the room.
And then I stilled, frozen to the spot.
There Cassius was, his back to me, over in the corner by a massive white marble desk—shirtless.
He was reaching for a neatly folded black tee on the desktop, his muscles rippling as he moved. His back was god-like perfection. Broad and insanely defined.
I went to speak, but stepped forward instead and tripped over something on the floor.
Me.One of the most agile motherfuckers alive, tripped over something that I hadn’t even noticed right in front of me.
I looked down as an abrasive clang sounded, to see a baseball bat covered in blood, the end ruined, all jagged, sharp metal.
Cassius spun, his shirt in hand, eyes wide at the sudden echoing through the space.
Fucking shit.
His whole chest was on display and if I’d thought his back was something to write home about, this was another level. I took in the distinctive mark there—the Soul Brand. It was striking, two jagged lines intersecting, one a glowing white, the other purple with black specks.
“Lazriel.”
My name rolled off his tongue.
In a different way to the sex-drenched way Sylas uttered it when we were getting carnal that turned me the fuck on. But it was spine-tingling from a different perspective. Sure, commanding, ensnaring.
“Yes,” I responded.
Yes?What the shit did that mean?
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
Great question.
Definitely a warranted one.
I bent down and snatched up the bat.
And then I realized… I couldn’t scent the blood on it.
What was happening?
He strode to me and held out his hand. “I’ll see to that.”
“Okay,” I answered, handing it over. “You don’t use baseball bats the conventional way here, I’m guessing?”
