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toward me, and I sucked in a breath. The torrent of souls flowing into him stopped at once, and the blackened horizon lightened ten shades of gray. Then he came toward me, and the only thing I wanted was to not have seen the last fifteen or so seconds because then I might be able to pretend I wasn’t terrified of him. Unfortunately, I had, and as sheer horror wrapped its slimy tentacles around me, I knew one thing to be certain.
Connor scared the crap out of me, and I killed things that scared the crap out of me.
8
“ S o are we not going to talk about what the frig just happened?” I asked, trying to twist so I could look at Connor as we rocketed across the horizon toward destination unknown. Okay, maybe that wasn’t quite true. I mean, I was relatively sure Connor knew where he was going, but I was still clueless.
Connor’s power undulated all around me as the wind whipped at my face, chilling me despite his magic being wrapped around us like a shield. Then again, maybe his dark power was the cause of the shivers racking my body. Every second was like huddling in a dark closet hoping the monsters wouldn’t get me. They wouldn’t because my job was to ruin the days of said monsters, but yeah… it wasn’t fun. Not by a frigging long shot.
“You want to talk about how you dropped a frost giant like he was the fat girl at prom?” Connor asked, glancing down at me and fixing me with a curious gaze. “I mean, we can because it was badass, but I was there.” He shrugged, and I got the distinct impression he was trying to change the subject. “It didn’t bother me to see you going Xena Warrior Princess on his ass if that’s what you’re thinking.” A grin cracked across his lips. “It was kind of hot, actually.”
I resisted the urge to slug him in his stupid, chauvinistic face. He thought I was worried about his feelings? Seriously? Did he even know me? As I had that thought, I realized he didn’t really know me. Not even a little. We’d spent a miniscule amount of time together, and most of that had been with me playing normal. He had no idea how my twisted little mind worked.
“No, you idiot,” I scoffed, my hands tightening into fists I had to consciously keep from pummeling him with. “I mean, holy mother of frig, man. You just tried to absorb a ship full of people with your power over darkness.”
Connor’s face fell like an anvil in a Wile E. Coyote cartoon. “Oh.” There was a lot of emotion in that word. Anger, betrayal, fear, but mostly? Mostly, there was sadness. “So you’ve figured it out then.”
“Figured it out?” I asked, repeating him like a dumbass. “Figured out that you’re Nanashi and are destined to kill everyone on the planet?”
“Yeah, about that…” He reached up to rub his neck, which was scary as hell because he was holding me with one arm around my waist, and while he kept me completely stable, I felt ten kinds of insecure.
“You will put your other hand on me right now,” I growled, grabbing ahold of his arm with my hands and pulling it back into place. It was strange because the feel of him was both simultaneously revolting and exhilarating. God, this must be what hate sex felt like.
“Sorry.” He shook his head. “We’re almost there.” I got the feeling he was trying to change the subject. “Thes can explain better than me…”
Well, I wasn’t dropping this. Once we got to Thes, he might be able to explain it or he might not. Truth be told, we’d probably be neck deep in monsters, and I would never get my explanation. Unfortunately, I damned sure wanted one because if he was Nanashi and was going to obliterate us all, well, I’d try to kill him long before we reached Thes. After all, what use was it to save the world from Ragnarok, just to turn around and have Connor destroy it?
“How about you try, Connor?” I said, allowing the emotion to drain from my voice. He’d know that voice, know what it meant. My armor was already slipping
Connor scared the crap out of me, and I killed things that scared the crap out of me.
8
“ S o are we not going to talk about what the frig just happened?” I asked, trying to twist so I could look at Connor as we rocketed across the horizon toward destination unknown. Okay, maybe that wasn’t quite true. I mean, I was relatively sure Connor knew where he was going, but I was still clueless.
Connor’s power undulated all around me as the wind whipped at my face, chilling me despite his magic being wrapped around us like a shield. Then again, maybe his dark power was the cause of the shivers racking my body. Every second was like huddling in a dark closet hoping the monsters wouldn’t get me. They wouldn’t because my job was to ruin the days of said monsters, but yeah… it wasn’t fun. Not by a frigging long shot.
“You want to talk about how you dropped a frost giant like he was the fat girl at prom?” Connor asked, glancing down at me and fixing me with a curious gaze. “I mean, we can because it was badass, but I was there.” He shrugged, and I got the distinct impression he was trying to change the subject. “It didn’t bother me to see you going Xena Warrior Princess on his ass if that’s what you’re thinking.” A grin cracked across his lips. “It was kind of hot, actually.”
I resisted the urge to slug him in his stupid, chauvinistic face. He thought I was worried about his feelings? Seriously? Did he even know me? As I had that thought, I realized he didn’t really know me. Not even a little. We’d spent a miniscule amount of time together, and most of that had been with me playing normal. He had no idea how my twisted little mind worked.
“No, you idiot,” I scoffed, my hands tightening into fists I had to consciously keep from pummeling him with. “I mean, holy mother of frig, man. You just tried to absorb a ship full of people with your power over darkness.”
Connor’s face fell like an anvil in a Wile E. Coyote cartoon. “Oh.” There was a lot of emotion in that word. Anger, betrayal, fear, but mostly? Mostly, there was sadness. “So you’ve figured it out then.”
“Figured it out?” I asked, repeating him like a dumbass. “Figured out that you’re Nanashi and are destined to kill everyone on the planet?”
“Yeah, about that…” He reached up to rub his neck, which was scary as hell because he was holding me with one arm around my waist, and while he kept me completely stable, I felt ten kinds of insecure.
“You will put your other hand on me right now,” I growled, grabbing ahold of his arm with my hands and pulling it back into place. It was strange because the feel of him was both simultaneously revolting and exhilarating. God, this must be what hate sex felt like.
“Sorry.” He shook his head. “We’re almost there.” I got the feeling he was trying to change the subject. “Thes can explain better than me…”
Well, I wasn’t dropping this. Once we got to Thes, he might be able to explain it or he might not. Truth be told, we’d probably be neck deep in monsters, and I would never get my explanation. Unfortunately, I damned sure wanted one because if he was Nanashi and was going to obliterate us all, well, I’d try to kill him long before we reached Thes. After all, what use was it to save the world from Ragnarok, just to turn around and have Connor destroy it?
“How about you try, Connor?” I said, allowing the emotion to drain from my voice. He’d know that voice, know what it meant. My armor was already slipping
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