Page 65 of Darkening Truth
I smirk, “Don’t lie, you want to blow shit up as well.”
He chuckles, “You’re not wrong.”
We all start warming up, since none of us brought workout clothes, and actually, I’ve always thought that it’s better to spar in what you normally wear, so you can learn the restrictions of that item of clothing and not be caught off guard if you do get attacked. Your attacker is hardly going to wait around if you say, ‘Sorry, I just need to go and put my stretchy trousers on, I won’t be able to kill you wearing what I’m wearing.’
Of course, all of the outfits that I wear are flexible and ready to fight in, because I always seem to be getting attacked or attacking someone, and so I always make sure that my clothing is easy to fight in.
While we warm up, talk turns to Khaos, Hades, and the Underworld.
“How’s it going in the Underworld?” Storm asks. “Have you gone back yet?”
“We were heading there when Farren called,” Khaos says, his eyes on me as he watches me warm up.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t go back immediately,” Reaper says, as he stretches, and I try not to stare.
“We’re still trying to work out the best way to get the Dragons to talk, and when to talk to the princes' souls,” Hades replies.
“I think we should probably talk to the princes' souls as soon as we can, rather than give them time to cause shit after they get out of that holding place that you mentioned. We already know that they were somehow gainingsupport on the Soul Side of the Underworld. We don’t want someone to figure out how to get them out,” Killian replies thoughtfully with a frown.
“An excellent point. It’s not easy to leave the Underworld though, and if they somehow managed it, they wouldn’t be alive. They would be ghosts, and we all know what happens when a ghost is involved in a situation.”
“Apart from Rolo,” I mutter.
“He was a part of your dream though, and not an actual ghost,” Zev points out.
I shrug. I’m not sure about that, but I don’t know how else to explain him, so I’ll just agree until I have proof otherwise.
“I agree that we should talk to and deal with them as quickly as possible before they cause any more trouble, but I also think that we should talk to any Dragon Souls that have made it through from the Dragon Realm pretty quickly as well. We know that Crem and Remeus are there now, and they are unlikely to be there quietly,” Rival suggests. “If we could work out why, or maybe just get a little bit more information, then at least we aren’t questioning the other princes with no information at all. Knowledge is power. I’d rather not be in the dark.”
“I like questioning people in the dark. It ramps up the terror because they never know where the next strike is going to come from,” Mayhem’s smile is sharp, and his eyes are lit with a deadly light. “It’s fun.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter with a smile. When he glances at me with a worried expression, I add, “That was hot.”
Thankfully, his worried expression clears, and he smiles. I don’t know why I didn’t expect that from Mayhem. Probably because it's such a contrast to his laidback personality, he never seems to be bothered by much. I’m not going to lie, it makes him even hotter.
Khaos grins, “We’ll save that for you then, mate.”
“Thanks,” Mayhem replies, looking genuinely excited by the prospect.
“We’ll head over to the Soul Side after we leave here, and talk to the Dragon Souls,” Hades replies.
“Don’t question the princes without us,” Zev says, his eyes dark with anger.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Hades replies.
Storm claps his hands, “Okay, now that’s all sorted. I’m warmed up enough, let's spar.”
“What do you want to do first?” Kill asks me.
I think about it for a moment, “Where are my axes? They definitely aren’t on my back, and I don’t remember putting them down or taking them off. So where are they?”
“That’s a good point, I haven’t noticed them lying around anywhere, and I definitely would have, they aren’t exactly subtle,” Reaper replies.
Hades watches me closely as if he wants to say something, but isn’t quite sure whether he should.
“What?” I ask him.
“Are we still avoiding the ‘G’ word when it comes to you?” He asks me.
