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Then he’s gone and I look down to my bleeding thigh, I’ll be lucky to leave here with any blood left in my fucking body.
I grab the knife up from beside me and stare at the bolt of lightning, then I turn it to the other side and see a cyclone.
What is the cyclone for?
Chapter Thirteen
Tempest
It’s late afternoon by the time I roll out of bed. I would think last night was all a dream if I didn't see the bloody sheets and the cut on my leg. I guess that’s how Raiden wanted to announce his arrival.
The girls are out on the beach, soaking up the sun, and having drinks. I don’t see Deluge anywhere and the thought of drinking again has me gagging. I find Sky in the dining room and snort when I see she looks just as bad as I do.
“One down.” She moans and grips her head.
“It’s not so bad.” I chide her and grab up some of the food laid out.
“Let’s see how it goes tonight.” She moans and lays her face against the cool wood tabletop.
“Let’s avoid tequila tonight.” I say as I shovel some chicken and rice into my mouth.
“Tequila is a gift from Satan.” I hear a low grumble and turn quickly towards the voice.
It’s the guy that was with Raiden the first night we… met. I know it, even though I’ve never seen his face until now, I can see it in the way he walks and his stature.
His skin color is a bit darker than Raiden’s and his eyes are golden, but they have the same mouth. He also doesn’t have the piercings in his nose and his hair is braided into cornrows.
“Torrent.” He holds his hand out to me.
I drop my fork and slowly shake his hand. Then he leans over and does the same to Sky. She shakes his hand like it’s a dirty wet rag and I snort at her again.
“Sky and Tempest, right?” He asks.
"In the flesh." Sky says around a mouthful of food.
"And blood." I mutter.
Torrent laughs and the sound does not match his looks. It's jolly and addictive, before I even realize it, I'm joining in. Even Sky is chuckling.
I get a glimpse at his tongue and gasp when I see the forks.
"You're the one with his tongue forked." I exclaim and he nods.
"Made in his image, right?" He winks at me.
I look at him confused and Sky huffs.
"Makes all the fucking sense," she chews audibly. "You're all Satan worshipers."
"Wrong." He shakes his head. "We worship no one but ourselves, there's no god telling us what we have to do to get into this 'Heaven' and we live what short lives we have here to the fullest."
I like what he's saying, I was never raised to be anything in particular, and what I did see of people that went to church were stiff, snobby individuals.
"Sounds really self-serving." Sky retorts.
"It should be." He grins at her. "Why serve others when no one is serving you?"
"Existential debates." The one named Squall comes into the room. "Sounds like the celebrations are truly beginning."
