Page 61 of Darkening Truth
Zev nudges me, “You need to get Khaos and Hades here. They need to hear this.”
I nod.
Opening the bondlines, I say, “I need you guys at the school, can you teleport straight to me or . . .”
I don’t even manage to finish my question before Khaos and Hades appear in the room, on high alert and looking around for any sign of danger.
Hades moves toward me, his gaze running over me and checking to make sure that I’m okay, “Are you hurt?”
“Who do I need to kill?” Khaos asks.
I grin, “I missed you both. I’m fine. Zev said that I needed to call you, and I wanted you guys here for this anyway. I have a feeling that something big is about to be said.”
Hades tucks me under his arm, as Khaos reaches for my hand and holds it tightly.
“Of course you’re both involved,” Hades surprises me by saying when he catches sight of Monty and Magnus.
“I’m surprised you are though, Mag. What kind of hairbrained scheme has he got you into now?” Khaos adds, only confusing me further.
“You know my uncle?” I ask, looking up at him, and momentarily getting distracted by just how gorgeous his eyes are.
Those eyes cloud with confusion as he asks, “Your uncle?”
“No fucking way,” Hades mutters as if something has just occurred to him.
“Will you two shut up for a minute?” Magnus asks as he turns back to Monty. “What are you doing here?”
“If you’re telling her, then so am I,” Monty retorts, raising his eyebrow in challenge to Magnus.
“What the fuck is happening right now?” Loki asks.
I feel him move up behind me and put his hands on my waist. He’s tall enough that he can see over me with ease, and while I know that his gesture is in part to comfort me, I also know from the tension in his body and the feelings coming through the bondlines, that it’s a protective gesture as well, and if this situation turns hostile then I’m going to be behind a wall of muscle quicker than I can blink.
Now usually, that kind of behaviour would piss me off. I’m a strong independent woman who's been taking care of herself for years, blah, blah, blah.
That’s the thing, I am quite capable, the guys know it, I know it, but sometimes it's really nice not to have to be, to let someone else take care of things for a change. They’ve got me. It’s a new feeling, and rather embarrassingly, my eyes start to water as emotion clogs my throat.
Thankfully, Magnus’ retort to Monty distracts me.
“She’s going to be so fucking mad,” Magnus grimaces.
Monty shrugs, “I know, but I’m done now. Especially after what happened with the princes, and you know that if she could, then she would do the same. The only reason she hasn’t is because she’s bound. We’re not.”
Magnus seems to consider Monty’s words, and then grins, “I suppose it’s better to get in trouble together.”
“I’m sorry. I’m glad that you two seem to have come to some sort of agreement, but could you fill the rest of us in?” I demand. I point atMagnus since I’m on a roll and continue, “I saw you in the Soul Side of the Underworld, talking to him,” I point at Monty, who looks slightly sheepish. “That can only mean that you were dead.”
Hades grunts beside me, and I glance up at him questioningly. His expression is dark with anger as he replies to my questioning glance, “Stupid fucking silencing spell.”
“You know something?” I ask as realisation dawns.
He nods, his lips pressed into a thin line.
“You weren’t supposed to see us in the Underworld,” Magnus says. “I’m so sorry, you must have thought that I was dead.”
I nod, and swallow thickly, clearing my throat, I admit, “Yeah, I did. We were coming down here to find out what happened, so I knew who I had to kill.”
“We were?” Rival asks, a smile playing around his lips.
