Page 93 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
I placed my hand on his arm and gave him my best puppy eyes. “Yes. It has to be.”
He took a deep breath and lowered his head. “I don’t usually ask twice but something about you makes me want to.”
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. But my answer will still be the same.”
He gave my hand a fond pat and sighed. “Follow me. We’ll grab your men on the way.”
“They’re not my men.”
He merely chuckled and left the room. I took another look at the wall of monitors, my gaze drawing to the one in the bottom right corner. It was pitch black and at first, I thought it was off, but then I saw the time stamp in the corner and knew it was a live feed.
One word ricocheted around my brain as I stared at it.
Soon.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Roux
Theguyshadbeenpissed when I strolled in the room with Prometheus in tow and it had taken them a minute to calm down. They checked over every inch of me until I batted their hands away. They were still eyeballing me now, even as we walked deeper into the belly of Prometheus’ prison.
Apparently, we only faced the booby traps because we forced our way past Glen, but as we were now being escorted by the Keeper of the Vault, we wouldn’t face anymore until we’d got past the entrance of the vault itself.
I followed behind Prometheus as the corridors got narrower, the lighting faded further and doom seemed to be more imminent.
“Are we nearly there yet?” Magnus drawled from the back of the convoy.
Prometheus chuckled. “Patience is the best remedy for every trouble, vampire, but yes, we’re nearly there.”
He then threw open the next set of double doors with a flourish and there, right in the middle of the floor, was a large stone door. The low light of the fire lit porches flickered over the intricate carvings that covered the surface. They were twisting lines, and knotted curls, crisscrossing in a beautiful design that was absolutely stunning.
It was definitely ancient. I could feel the reverence in the magic that had built this door and it made me a little bit worried about how we were going to get in and what kind of things we’d find down there.
“How do we get in there?” Atticus asked Prometheus.
“I’ll tell you in a minute. But first,” Prometheus said in an ominous tone before fixing his eyes on me, “I need you to promise me something.”
I raised my brow and folded my arms across my chest. “Why?”
“Because without me, you’ll never get down there.”
“Don’t, Roux,” Rafe said sternly. “You don’t know what he’ll ask of you.”
“But if that’s the price we need to pay to get in there, surely it’s worth it?” I asked the others. They all stared back with concern and worry in their eyes but none of them said anything. Guess that was my answer. ”Okay, what do you need?”
Prometheus’ eyes went wild with anticipation and a chill ran up my spine. Shit. He wasn’t going to ask for anything easy.
“I want the key to this,” he said as he held up his arm and revealed a small silver bangle.
It was covered in runes and delicate markings that ran the length of it. “Is this the cuff that binds you here?”
“Yes,” he replied with a nod. “I want you to bring me the key.”
Thane came to stand next to me and looked at the cuff. “We probably shouldn’t interfere, Roux.”
“But?” I totally felt like there was a but coming there.
“I never agreed with Zeus’ punishment so I say we get the key.” Thane held his hand out to Prometheus. “Use me to bond the pledge to.”
