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powerful than anything he’s able to withstand. In layman’s terms, his mind can’t take what they’d do to it.”
“Puny human can’t take Hulk’s magic mist,” Casper grunted in his best Marvel’s Mightiest monotone (which wasn’t very good), shooting me a look.
“No, it’s for the best,” I answered. “I need to do this by myself.”
“You will not,” Dahlia said, inching toward Jiqui and his mysterious mixture. “I have things I need to figure out myself, least of all where my husband is. And even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t let you go through this by yourself.”
The look of her, almost maternal, took me by surprise, though it really shouldn’t have. So much had changed since the night Dahlia caught Casper and I breaking into Weathersby. Back then, I was the meddlesome reminder of the woman who was her husband’s first choice. Back then, I was the world breaker. But now, she saw me as something else. Now I was someone she saw as one of her own, someone she might have even cared for. And the same could be said for me. I didn’t see Dahlia as some ice queen anymore, as someone who needed to pull the stick from her butt. She was a complex woman who-though we may have disagreed at times- wanted what was best, what was right.
Unfortunately for her, I couldn’t let her win this one.
“I understand what you’re saying Dahlia, but I need you here. I need you lucid. As much as I’ve always hated these words, Royce had a point. We can’t trust Jiqui, not completely. And if things go South, I need all of you to be at your best.”
“You have the Raven,” she motioned back to Royce unaffectedly. “The prophecies foretell he has great strength.”
“Not like you,” I shook my head, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ve watched you lose everything; your daughter, your home, and now your husband. Not to mention losing your belief in the people you were raised with and the system you were brought up in. And you never flinched. Even now, your main focus is keeping me safe. I need that strength Dahlia. I need someone to do what has to be done if I can’t do it myself. There are people who need to be kept safe.” I didn’t say the word Damantus and I didn’t mention Casper’s baby or its mother. But she knew what I meant. “You have to do that if I can’t. And I’ll find Echo for you. I swear it.”
“Good enough,” she answered, her eyes weighing something inside of me. “But,” she started, turning to Jiqui, whose balding head shined in what looked to be the afternoon sun. “If you do something to this girl, if she doesn’t see tomorrow, I’ll make sure you don’t either.”
“Well aren’t you just one big happy makeshift family,” Jiqui grinned. “Trust me, if I wanted to hurt her, I’d have just left her here. The Council will find you morons soon enough without my help, I assure you.” He shook his head. “You’re not the only one with designs for the future. The fact that, when last she saw me, my dear niece’s aspirations didn’t match my own, doesn’t make those aspirations any less real.” He picked up the bowl of ingredients and moved it closer to me. “Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll remind you that I was a disciple of Allister Leeman, and a big piece of his puzzle was keeping this little peach alive.” He smiled at me, which totally turned my stomach.
“Just do what you’ve got to do,” I sneered.
“But of course,” he nearly chirped. “If you’ll have your entourage back up a bit. The mist can be quite expansive.”
“And it won’t screw with you?” Casper asked, reluctant to leave my side.
“I’m, as the ancient Romans always said, immune to that nonsense.”
“I failed history, but I’m pretty sure the Romans didn’t say that,” Casper answered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“It’s okay,” I said, brushing his arm. “I’ll be fine.”
He stared at me for a second, his mouth quirking
“Puny human can’t take Hulk’s magic mist,” Casper grunted in his best Marvel’s Mightiest monotone (which wasn’t very good), shooting me a look.
“No, it’s for the best,” I answered. “I need to do this by myself.”
“You will not,” Dahlia said, inching toward Jiqui and his mysterious mixture. “I have things I need to figure out myself, least of all where my husband is. And even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t let you go through this by yourself.”
The look of her, almost maternal, took me by surprise, though it really shouldn’t have. So much had changed since the night Dahlia caught Casper and I breaking into Weathersby. Back then, I was the meddlesome reminder of the woman who was her husband’s first choice. Back then, I was the world breaker. But now, she saw me as something else. Now I was someone she saw as one of her own, someone she might have even cared for. And the same could be said for me. I didn’t see Dahlia as some ice queen anymore, as someone who needed to pull the stick from her butt. She was a complex woman who-though we may have disagreed at times- wanted what was best, what was right.
Unfortunately for her, I couldn’t let her win this one.
“I understand what you’re saying Dahlia, but I need you here. I need you lucid. As much as I’ve always hated these words, Royce had a point. We can’t trust Jiqui, not completely. And if things go South, I need all of you to be at your best.”
“You have the Raven,” she motioned back to Royce unaffectedly. “The prophecies foretell he has great strength.”
“Not like you,” I shook my head, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ve watched you lose everything; your daughter, your home, and now your husband. Not to mention losing your belief in the people you were raised with and the system you were brought up in. And you never flinched. Even now, your main focus is keeping me safe. I need that strength Dahlia. I need someone to do what has to be done if I can’t do it myself. There are people who need to be kept safe.” I didn’t say the word Damantus and I didn’t mention Casper’s baby or its mother. But she knew what I meant. “You have to do that if I can’t. And I’ll find Echo for you. I swear it.”
“Good enough,” she answered, her eyes weighing something inside of me. “But,” she started, turning to Jiqui, whose balding head shined in what looked to be the afternoon sun. “If you do something to this girl, if she doesn’t see tomorrow, I’ll make sure you don’t either.”
“Well aren’t you just one big happy makeshift family,” Jiqui grinned. “Trust me, if I wanted to hurt her, I’d have just left her here. The Council will find you morons soon enough without my help, I assure you.” He shook his head. “You’re not the only one with designs for the future. The fact that, when last she saw me, my dear niece’s aspirations didn’t match my own, doesn’t make those aspirations any less real.” He picked up the bowl of ingredients and moved it closer to me. “Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll remind you that I was a disciple of Allister Leeman, and a big piece of his puzzle was keeping this little peach alive.” He smiled at me, which totally turned my stomach.
“Just do what you’ve got to do,” I sneered.
“But of course,” he nearly chirped. “If you’ll have your entourage back up a bit. The mist can be quite expansive.”
“And it won’t screw with you?” Casper asked, reluctant to leave my side.
“I’m, as the ancient Romans always said, immune to that nonsense.”
“I failed history, but I’m pretty sure the Romans didn’t say that,” Casper answered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“It’s okay,” I said, brushing his arm. “I’ll be fine.”
He stared at me for a second, his mouth quirking
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