Page 18 of Black Onyx
I growl, throwing the head on the floor. I can’t fucking believe he’d send someone to kill me, and I’m going to find out why he’s turned into a pussy assed cock sucker.
I flick my hand, and the body turns into dust, floating out of the nearest window and scattering in the wind. The head I leave.
“Whoa, how the fuck did you do that?”
“I don’t need words for my magic,” I mutter distractedly, my mind going a mile a minute. Why the fuck did he send one of his assassins after me?
“Everyone needs words to make their magic work, especially for a spell of that strength.” Mayhem points out.
Once again, I ignore him.
“You missed a bit.” Storm sneers, nodding to the head.
I stomp into my room, and aware that the guys are following me, I use a concealment spell to hide the weapons that would give away my identity and grab some of the others, including some holsters. I put two swords in the holster on my back, the pommels showing above my shoulders. I pull on a belt, tightening it and then sheath my knives in their holders. When I turn around, the guys are staring at me with shock written all over their faces.
“What are you doing?” Storm asks, a frown darkening his features.
“I’m getting ready to pay the guy who sent him,” I point to where the head is still sitting macabrely on the floor, “To kill me a visit.”
“No, you’re not.”
My whole body freezes at his command, a cold mask dropping over my features. I have been controlled my entire life, and I will not be controlled by him.
“Oh fuck, wrong thing to say, dickhead.” Rival mutters.
“I am, and there’s fuck all you can do to stop me,” I reply, my voice cold. I have searched for his signature many times over the last few months. Still, it's only just become available to me again, which I’m hoping means that his home is no longer cloaked. Unfortunately, since I only travelled to it via the Void, I had no idea how to get there by traditional means, which means he’s been elusive to me for years now.
“The fuck there isn’t,” he growls in response.
I grin, calling the head to me. It appears in my hand as the Void opens up behind me. Storm's face changes to panic, and I turn to walk through the portal that the Void has opened up behind me. As I step over the edge, two sets of hands grasp me, and my eyes widen. I look over my shoulder as the gateway closes behind us, and I sigh as I see the panicked looks on Rival and Loki’s faces.
“Fuck sake, whatever you do, do not fucking let go of me. I don’t have time to search the Void for you. Follow me and step where I step.” I order as we start to move forward. I keep my senses acute as we move, the things that live in the Void tend to ignore me, but I have a feeling they’d be more than interested in the guys. They are powerful supernaturals.
“Got it.” Loki nods, his head moving up and down like a bobblehead.
“Couldn’t get me to let go if you wanted me to.” Rival adds with a wary grin.
“Why is it so cold?” Loki asks curiously, his hand unclenching from my shirt and moving up my back, over my shoulder and down my arm so he can thread his fingers through mine. I look at him in shock, “It’s easier than holding onto your t-shirt.”
Rival looks around me to see what Loki is talking about and grins. “Good idea.”
He does the same before pausing at my wrist, and I realise I’m holding the head of the assassin. Whoops, I completely forgot about that. I materialise a backpack on my back and magic the head inside; he raises his eyebrows as an impressed smirk tilts his lips before he threads his fingers through mine, and for the first time in my life, I find myself holding hands with two hot as fuck men. My heart flutters.
“It’s the Void. The creatures here thrive in the cold and dark.”
“Creatures?” Rival asks.
“Yeah, don’t they teach you guys that there are creatures in the Void?” I ask, surprised that there’s a gap in their prestigious education.
“No, they don’t.”
“Huh,” I reply eloquently, “Listen when we get there, just stay quiet. Okay, I’ve dealt with him before.”
“We’re going to his haunt?”
“No, we’re going to his house,” I grin.
“I’m sure that’s going to go well,” Loki mutters sarcastically.
