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But never his heart.
It still bled.
He prayed that in time it would become numb as well. He prayed he would one day be blessed with total peace.
He closed his eyes as he ran.
Faster and faster, one with the breeze. Knowing nothing but the solid earth at his feet. The comradery of the other steeds. The joy of pure freedom.
Untethered to anything oranyoneelse.
He was in Heaven.
In the endless, boundless, beautiful Elysian Fields.
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“Here’s your fucking fleece.”
Sorin pulled the soft gold wool from around Divina’s shoulders and tossed it upon the stone ground.
The female stirred slightly in his arms, but didn’t fully awaken, still insensate from her wounds. Ere had bandaged her hands with strips of linen ripped from his own tunic.
There was barely anything left of them but bones, bits of torn flesh clinging onto skeletal links of white. Blood had soaked through the makeshift bandage already, dripping slowly onto the pristine cavern floor.
Sorin shifted his bundle against his chest, using his body heat to comfort her as much as he could. And using Divina’s body as an excuse to keep his own hands occupied.
For otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to hold back from leaping across the few feet of distance separating their group from Hades lounging insolently upon his throne. Taking the god’s neck in his hands and snapping it in two.
Even if gods could recover from a broken neck, it must still hurt like a fucker, right?
“Such violent, blasphemous thoughts,” Hades murmured, eyes piercing directly into Sorin, making his whole body vibrate, like a javelin striking dead center on a gong.
“You’d make such a handsome addition to my collection of souls, beautiful warrior.”
A sonorous growl reverberated through the cavern.
At first, Sorin thought it emerged from his own throat. But, no.
It was Ere.
His Mate faced down the god of the Underworld with teeth bared, hands clawed into fists, hackles raised.
He might still be in human form, but the spirit of the black dragon was palpably felt. His long, waist-length hair lifted from his back and shoulders as if propelled by an unseen force, until each strand stretched and undulated like live wires.
“Stand down, dragon,” Hades ordered softly, no longer nonchalant, but far from alarmed.
“This is not your world. You have no power here. Even if all three of you challenged me at once in your other forms, you will only play straight into my hands. This ismydomain.”
The last phrase ended in an ominous boom that shook the entire cavern until dust and pebbles fell from an unseen ceiling.
Even Cerberus ducked all three of its massive heads, lying down on the ground and covering one of its muzzles with a paw. As if that would protect it from Hades’ wrath.
Sorin braced his legs to keep from staggering. Barely, he held on.
And still, he glared daggers at the insouciant god. Something about the immortal made him itch with the unholy desire to tear the other man’s head off.
For once, Ere was silent, still bristling with fury and aggression at his side. Stupidly brave. Dangerously uncowed.
