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Keyon looked down at his bruised, bandaged hands, then carefully touched his face. Something creamy and cool to touch covered his bruises. It felt nice, although foreign.
“That will heal your flesh,” the woman said. “Your soul, however, will remain hurting for a long while. You,chavi,have a curse on you,” she said casually.
Keyon reared back. He’d heard this word.Curse. It wasn’t a good word. “A curse?”
“Yes, every woman you care for will die.” At his horrified look, the woman cackled again. “Do not fret,chavi. I am old. I have lived my life.”
“Why do they have to die?” Keyon asked angrily.
So, itwashis fault that his mother had died.
Beebi shrugged. “Such a curse. No woman you love will live a long, natural life. They will all die early.”
“What if I don’t love?” Keyon asked.
The woman smiled. “Then you will be a very powerful man.”
A very powerful man.Keyon liked the sound of that.
“I see greatness in you,” the woman continued. “You will be the most feared man in London. And I shall help you.”
“How?” Keyon asked, suddenly intrigued.
“I shall write down all my visions for you in a notebook. You read it, follow my advice, and it will be easy.
Keyon looked away, frowning.
The woman tipped his chin up. “I know, you cannot read. But you will find people who can.”
“Why help me?” Keyon asked, suddenly suspicious.
Beebi smiled and put her hand on hers. “Because,chavi, you need it.”
Hades
Eighteen years old
“No! No! Don’t touch me!” the little girl screamed as Keyon came closer to her.
I saved you, devil take it!Why was the girl so scared of him?
Since leaving the Romani tribe after Beebi’s death, Keyon had set off to fulfill her prophecies. He’d found his gang of highwaymen. He’d found himself an advisor who could read, and later, he’d taken up vigilante justice, ruining and burning down bawdy houses where children like him were kept. The one where he currently stood was the house he had been looking for for a long time. The house where he had been kept.
Keyon recognized this room. It was the very room he had stayed in.
And perhaps that fact made him a little too brutal, a little too vicious, but the girl who had witnessed his brutality should still be grateful. He had just saved her from her tormentors.
She looked up at him with her wide, blue eyes and whispered, “A monster…”
Keyon reared back. He looked around but there was no one in the room but him. “I am not a monster.”
The girl hugged her little knees, her nostrils flaring. “You killed those men. Only monsters kill.”
Keyon turned sharply away from her, and his gaze collided with his reflection in the window. His face was bloody, his hair mussed, his chest heaving from exertion. He looked down at himself and saw the picture he presented. His huge fists were covered in blood, his clothing was torn and frayed, and the weapons hung bloody from his sash. He truly looked like a monster.
Keyon looked around at all the carnage. Had he turned into what he had feared most?
A monster.
