Chapter Thirteen
Weapons clang as we form a circle with our backs to each other. I reach to touch my lightning bolt charm, but something tells me I should wait for the perfect moment. My sword is perfectly balanced, pointed at the leader’s throat.
“You threaten my mate and my friends? Back the fuck off or I will gut you,” I say with a snarl.
“You are trespassing and dare threaten us.” The man’s accent is strange but I still understand his words.
This close to him I can see the points of his ears poking out from beneath aqua hair. It would be fascinating if he didn’t have a sword to Jayden’s neck at the moment.
The men around us stiffen, taking steps forward. The one directly in front of Raven steps extremely close to her and she twirls her blade tauntingly while Greyson growls.
“If you think you’re going after weak females, you are wrong,” Greyson growls. “The females are our strongest warriors.”
The man with my blade to his throat scoffs, “What does that say about you men that you believe your females to be great warriors?”
“You want to find out?” I ask. “I have a fucking mission to complete and you’re in my way.”
“You dishonor yourself by pretending to be a warrior when you’re a female. Females are meant to be cherished and protected.” The man appears truly confused.
“Maybe here but we aren’t from this place and we need to get out of here or our world is going to end.” I dig the point of my blade a little deeper into his throat and he winces.
Gold blood the same color as ichor drips on my blade and I gasp, taking a giant step back. “No, fuck no. I’m not getting that on me again.”
“Where the fuck are we?” Raven whispers.
“I don’t know but fighting these guys just became a lot more complicated,” I say. “Nobody get their blood on you. It’s like the monster blood that turned us into this.”
I wave a hand over myself like it changed my appearance when it didn’t. I’m not thinking clearly obviously. This situation is a lot more complicated than I previously thought. What were the fates thinking orchestrating this bullshit?
I reach for the charm, releasing my whip into my other hand, and channel the white-hot lightning into it. “Stand the fuck back.”
I crack the whip at him and he staggers back. “Impossible. What magic is this?”
“Olympian magic and I have no problem electrocuting all of you if I have to.” I crack the whip again for good measure.
The men surrounding us take small steps back but they don’t lower their weapons. Jayden is glaring at the man who still has the blade at his throat.
“I suggest you remove the blade from my mate’s throat now before you get to see what Olympian magic can really do,” I say with a growl.
“What do you intend to do, female?” another man with fuchsia hair asks, stepping forward.
I hold up a glowing white hand and pool a ball of lightning in my palm. “You really want me to answer that? I promise you won’t enjoy the outcome.”
Jayden’s shadows pulse around him in a dark promise of pain and death. I don’t particularly want to hurt these men but they aren’t giving us much choice with their weapons on us and antiquated beliefs on the roles of women. They even called us females which is slightly insulting, like we aren’t even women or good enough to have names.
If this is the way all people in this realm are, I already don’t like it here. A bunch of sexist jerks who don’t think I can take them down. Bullshit.
“Hey, B?” Raven calls. “Should we show him what we can do?”
“I don’t think they get the gravity of the situation they’re in. Maybe we should go easy on them.” I shrug.
“We outnumber you two to one,” the man with his sword at Jayden’s neck growls.
“Oh no, I’m shaking. I have seen odds much worse than this.” I glance at Raven.
“It was ten to one at the battle for Artemis easily.” She pulls a battle ax from the ether as well.
The man standing in front of her gulps and glances between the rest of his group before taking a huge step back.
