Page 69 of Hex
“You heard right.” No time like the present to kill a bitch.
“Well, come and get me.”
Because my killing instincts are greater than my survival ones, I take a step forward but stop when Sage latches on to my hand and pulls me back.
“It’s a trap. I can feel it.” Trusting my chosen without a moment’s hesitation, I step right back to where I was. The asshole stands at the top of the massive staircase in the middleof the building that leads to the second floor, a sneer deforming his mouth.
I think I can take him. If Sage uses a shield, I’m confident I can reach him before he knows I’m coming. The vibration in my pants alerts me that at least one of the brothers has seen my message and I don’t need to look at it to know they’re all on their way, no matter what they were doing.
“Come on, Satapti. Let’s have a little fun. I give you permission to set this whole fucking hell hole up in flames.”
Her spine locks and her chin rises as she tilts her regal neck up. Fuck me, she’s majestic.
“Fun, it is.” As one, we stalk up the stairs, a protective bubble surrounding us thanks to Sage’s mumbled words.
“What are we supposed to call you, anyway?” I call out as the professor is looking less and less confident in his chances of winning this one.
“Professor Haught.”
He sneers, but it’s just pretense. He’s posturing, trying to give off more self-assuredness than he truly owns. I can smell his fear and it’s fucking delicious. Such a shame that someone who should be held to higher standards by his lineage—part anthros, part angel—turned out to be a big piece of shit as far as kyn are concerned.
“It’s fucking laughable,” I say with no humor in my voice. Sage and I don’t rush our step, but for every one we take, he backs up two. “Your rotting insides are showing on your anthros skin.” It’s not, but soon will be when I fucking kill him.
No. I have to remember, he’s not my kill.
“I mean, I thought you were hot until you became a creeper. You lost points for that. Like, all of them.”
We’re almost at the top of the stairs when I turn to Sage and frown. “You thought he was hot?” I don’t realize I’m growling until she rises on her tippy toes and kisses my mouth.
“Yeah, but you’re magnificent.” I narrow my eyes, refusing to fall for it.
“Multiples just turned to one. Maybe.” I grin and she gasps, because denying her orgasms won’t go over well with her.
Just as she’s about to hit me with a comeback, we hear the professor high-tailing it for the third floor.
“Time to play, Satapti.” I kiss her, hard, slipping a bit of tongue in there before letting her go. “Let’s find your Danika.”
We’re done playing and Sage’s protection spell is forgotten as she rushes up the stairs with me. We run at the same pace, looking inside every apartment door, each of them left unlocked. They’re all empty, just vessels for nefarious souls that my brothers are going to collect and take away. We may even have to call our lackeys.
The nephilim is in the third apartment up on the fourth floor, hiding inside a closet with wooden slats in the doors. It’s so fucking cliché it makes me sigh in disappointment.
“Really? You couldn’t find anything more original?” He doesn’t answer, and when I throw open the double doors, I see him cowering in the corner in the fetal position.
"Something's not right.” Sage can feel the shift and so can I.
At the exact moment I hear a swish from behind us, I step behind Sage, putting myself between her and the danger that’s about to fuck me up.
My body instantly turns into my demon form, but the damage is already done, and not just a little. When I turn around, I see both a harpy and another nephilim holding an angel’s sword with blood streaking the blade.
My blood.
On angel steel.
Well, this is going to fucking suck.
Looking down at my abdomen, the slice is deep and it’s wide, my blood seeping out in rivulets. My only saving grace is that Ichanged out of my anthros form, giving me more time to stand and fight.
The scream beside me takes everyone by surprise as Sage transforms into a ball of fucking fury, all white and bright and ready to fucking destroy. Her arms shoot out and lightning bolts hit their mark, not to mention my neverending supply of arrows aimed at our assailants without pause.
