Page 89 of Hex
Throughout it all, Hekate just sits there, watching everyone go at it, that permanent regal look of knowing on her face. Shifting my eyes to glance at Hack again, the frustration and fuckinganger from all the shit creeps back in. I was scared before, yeah, but now I’m fucking livid.
Why can’t they act like the old fucks that they are and get over themselves?
“Stop!” I scream out as loud as I can, pressure building inside me until it bursts free, shattering whatever spell Atlantis used to freeze me.
Nobody stops, but I am free. Turning to Hack, I try to harness the same feelings as before, hoping the power I hold knows exactly what to do. My muscles are tensed, my face scrunched up, as I push everything I have into freeing him too.
“Yes!” I celebrate too early because as Hack’s body begins to move again, no longer under the enchantment or spell or whatever, he just as quickly goes flying back into the wall a few feet away. “Shit!” Running over to him, I crouch down to make sure I haven’t done any serious damage.
He groans a little and rubs his head, but then his green eyes land on mine and he huffs a laugh.
“Think you used a little too much juice there, but thank you, Satapti.”
“She’s escaping!” I don’t know which of the Dei is shouting louder than all the rest because as I turn, my view of the table is blocked by a huge body. The purple locs give away the owner of said huge body and I’m confused as to why Slash is here.
Quicker than I can question anything, Slash falls down to the marble floor with athudthat sends vibrations through the room.
Everything is silent.
The Dei are as still as statues.
Slash isn’t moving.
He isn’t threatening war or telling a sexy tale. His chest isn’t rising and falling.
Worst of all…his head is not attached to his body, his purple locs spread out like spider legs two feet away.
The first noise to break the silence is an ear-splitting cry of pain coming from my chosen as he folds himself over his brother’s still form. The pool of blood spilling from Slash’s neck has reached my shoes, and it travels around them, merely an obstacle for the crimson lake.
“Slash!”
More cries of anguish fill the room, along with a mass of black shadows. The walls start rotting away just as the Dei leap into action. They’re frenzied, scared, and they fucking deserve it, too.
Pierce pushes Hack away from Slash as soon as he nears, and he holds his palms over his brother, pushing a green glowing light into him.
“Put his head back with his neck, Hack.”
He obliges, his hands and knees covered in blood.
Pierce is the healer of the group, he’ll save him.
He has to.
The fear of losing Slash slams into me with a vengeance I’m ready to enact on whoever the fuck it was that did this. Looking around at their faces, the only one who has an air of smugness about him is Reilly as he sheathes what looks to be a sword that disappears quickly.
Are all djinn complete assholes?
I focus all of my attention on him, sneering at him as I imagine the way he’ll blow up, just like his brother did.
Before anything happens, he’s being dragged through what looks to be a portal, along with most of the other Dei, leaving behind Hekate and Samhain. The black shadows of Slay disappear through the portal before it closes and I hope he kills that djinn.
With all the threats in the room gone, I turn to Slash’s body, my heart in my throat, but before I can run to them a cold cuff around my wrist makes me jump. Furious, I glare at Hekate,now by my side, all politeness flying out of the room like the cowardly Dei.
“What the actual fuck? I need to save Slash, get this thing off me!” With every word, I become more irate, but none of my powers are working because of the damn golden cuff.
“You cannot interfere. This moment is for the Horsemen, and them alone.” Hekate can be really informative, but also really vague, and in this moment, it’s annoying the crap out of me.
“Slash is lying there headless!” My voice cracks on the last word, but I inhale deeply and continue. “If I can do something, let me go!”
