Page 61 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
“Means something is taking them between the topside and the Underworld,” Rafe said, and his twin grunted in agreement.
Roux leant forward. “How though?”
“My best guess would be a syphon of some sort,” I said. It would need to be a powerful one to contain a soul. Souls were a vibrant source of energy and would need something with an immense amount of power to contain it. “Whoever is stealing them knows exactly what they’re doing.”
Roux nodded in agreement. “But why? What would you do with all that power?”
I looked her straight in the eyes. “Anything. With the number of souls going missing, you could become the most powerful creature in the world. More powerful than a God.”
“Well, shit,” Rayne grumbled.
It was only then I noticed the mark on Roux’s arm. “What is that?”
“What?”
“On your arm. Why do you have the sigil of the Fates on your arm?”
She looked down at it, almost liked she’d forgotten she’d got it branded on her skin. “Because I made a deal with them for information about you.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t know where to start looking for you. I needed help so I made a deal with them and here we are,” she said, her words clipped.
“I told you not to look for me,” I said, curious as to why she was angry. Was she upset that she’d made the deal?
She huffed a breath. “Yes, but I’d already found the clue you left in your library.”
“Clue? I didn’t leave a clue.”
“You didn’t leave a book upside down on your shelf?” Rafe asked, his dark brow cocked.
“You really think I left one of my books upside down?” I drawled. I would never do something so sacrilege.
“If Thane didn’t do it, then who did?” Atticus mused but I was having a hard time getting past the way my name sounded in his mouth.
“Someone who knows enough about him to understand how he thinks,” Rafe said.
“And someone who knew he went to Destiny,” Rayne added.
This was all starting to sound like a wild conspiracy theory.
“Has anyone been following you?” Atticus asked me, his eyes searching mine with intrigue.
I shook my head. “Not that I know of but—”
A loud knock sounded at the front door halting our conversation. The tension immediately rose in the room, and everyone stood, ready to spring into action.
“Expecting any other visitors?” Roux whispered.
“No.”
She pulled her scythe from the shadows and my heart clenched a little at the sight. That was my scythe and I wanted it back. There was an emptiness that I couldn’t seem to fill while my scythe was missing. I wanted to take it back, but I knew if I tried to touch it now, it would do some serious damage to me. Scythes could only be handled by the Reaper they were bound to, and right now, mine was bound to Roux.
“Come on,” Roux said with a wide grin. “Let’s see who’s stupid enough to knock on this door.”
I watched the four of them disappear into the hallway and had to agree. Whoever it was behind the door, was definitely a fool. A smart one to have found the place, but definitely a fool to think they could gain entrance here.
Chapter Twenty-Five
