The Darkest Torment. Gena ShowalterЧитать онлайн книгу.
can’t find dimOuniak, and if I can’t find it, I can’t find the Morning Star,” she muttered. She was a beautiful woman who changed colors with the seasons. Summer had given her pink hair with streaks of green and eyes the color of an afternoon sky. “I have to find the box. I have to find the Morning Star. What am I missing? What am I doing wrong?”
Baden knew the danger of startling this woman who had powers beyond imagining, but cleared his throat anyway.
As she jolted, a lightning rod of pain sliced through him.
The beast kicked up another fuss, demanding Baden slay her.
He should thank her. She could have done far worse damage to him. This? This was nothing.
“Baden?” She blinked with confusion.
Forced inhale...forced exhale. “The wreaths have made me a slave to Hades.”
“Uh, yeah.” She flipped the long length of her hair over her shoulder, the action wholly feminine, hiding the otherworldly strength she somehow managed to contain inside such a fragile-looking frame. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”
She’d known? “It is. To me.”
“If you didn’t want to be Hades’s yes boy, why did you accept his wreaths?” She anchored her hands on her hips. “You could have remained Lucifer’s yes boy.”
When she’d appeared with Hades, she’d said, This season’s hottest accessory! You’ll never regret the decision to wear them. You have my word.
His jaw clenched so forcefully his teeth ached. He reminded her of her promise.
“I said that?” She shrugged. “Wow. You’re gullible. But, uh, I’m certain I calculated the odds of something bad happening to you.”
Oh, really. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d love to hear your math.”
“Well, if you have two wreaths and one immortal, how many problems will he face? Gold. Obviously. Because the heart bleeds secrets and doggies have claws.”
How did Torin remain sane when conversing with her? On top of being crazypants from centuries of captivity, she had a shit memory. She’d existed since the dawn of time and had often referred to her mind as a corkboard with too many pictures attached. Some things were hidden by others.
Focus on the task at hand. “Are Cronus and Rhea now controlled by Lucifer?”
“Oh, yes.”
Finally. A coherent answer.
“But the blind cannot lead the blind.”
An-n-nd back to square one. Lucifer, Cronus and Rhea were not blind. Baden switched routes. “Hades commanded me to fetch a coin.”
“Well, don’t look at me for a loan.” She held her hands up, palms out, and backed away from him. “I might beat you with a pillowcase full of quarters, but I’ll never share a penny.”
“I’m not asking for money. I’m asking for information.” He had to tap into the vast ocean of her knowledge. Somehow. “Think. Why would Hades want a specific coin?”
“Is he broke, too? Prick! If he steals the diamonds I stole, I’ll remove his testicles. Again!”
Calm... “Listen carefully, Keeley. A human male has Hades’s coin, and Hades wants this most special coin back. Does it have unusual powers?” Could Baden use it to his advantage?
She blew him a kiss. “I’m mighty and fearsome. Immortal royalty! I don’t concern myself with mortal affairs.”
Steady... “Forget the human.” For now. “I’m supposed to remove the tongue of a siren. Why would Hades command me to do such a gruesome task?”
“Hello! Because two tongues are better than one.”
Destruction shoved a roar out of Baden’s mouth as a memory rose...Keeley hovering in the air, her hair such a dark red the strands resembled rivers of blood. Others hovered in the air around her, their bodies taut, their limbs shaking...their lips parted in an endless scream.
One by one, the men and women burst apart, pieces of flesh and viscera raining down on him—on the beast. Blood splashed him, the only man left standing.
She smiled at him. “Better?”
“Much.” He clapped, proud of her, but also leery. If her power increased any more, she would be able to defeat him.
All threats had to be eliminated.
Fingers snapped in front of Baden’s face, and he blinked, returning to the present.
“Hey!” Summer Keeley looked him over. “You went zero dark thirty on me.”
“I’m not sure you understand the term—never mind. I apologize.” The beast had known and admired Keeley. Must have met her through Hades...must have been friends with Hades?
No better time to dispose of a future threat. Even if the threat is an ally.
Suddenly Baden’s hands ached to wrap around her neck and squeeze.
Her spine will break as easily as a twig.
Horrified, he stepped out of reach. William had spoken true. One day, he would snap; he would be hated. The guilt he carried now would not compare to the guilt he carried then.
He had to leave the fortress, and this time, he had to stay gone. William’s sex plan had merit but he now knew beyond a doubt it wasn’t the answer. Because of his skin sensitivity, yes, but also because he couldn’t trust anyone.
Again, the irony.
Lucifer would send another assassin. It was only a matter of time.
Destruction writhed with anticipation, practically foaming at the mouth to prove himself strong. Attack me. See what happens.
Let me guess. You’ll kill. Broken record. The beast needed new material.
A sense of loss struck Baden. His friends wouldn’t understand his continued absence. A second “vacation.” They would worry, and they would wonder if they’d done something wrong.
Together we stand, or one by one we fall.
How many times had Maddox, the keeper of Violence, spoken those words since Baden’s return? Countless.
This wasn’t righting his wrongs, but it was putting the well-being of his loved ones first.
“Baden?”
He turned from Keeley and palmed the cell phone Torin had given him. Technology was a bitch he had yet to tame, but he gave group texting his best shot.
Meetinf in 5
He would explain his situation with Hades and, with the advice of the warriors who’d navigated this world far longer than him, plan his first move, gain his first point, and fight by fair means or foul to maintain the lead in his game with Pandora.
The sooner he won, the sooner he could say goodbye to Destruction and safely return to his family.
“All I want from a man is everything and nothing at the same but different times, sometimes and never but always.”
—Keeleycael, the Red Queen
KATARINA JOELLE PRAYED for the end of the world as her fiancé recited his wedding vows.
Aleksander Ciernik was a bad, bad man, and she would rather eat rusty nails than pledge her life to his. But he’d given her a choice: marry him or witness the torture of her bother Dominik.
Earlier in the