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They were all agreeing so far. Pre-Tully days would’ve had Lesion full of objections. Now, he was already dreaming up fair ways to make sure they all failed without violating rules.
“Well, no matter what we do, it’ll all come down to the roll of the Gauntlet Dice,” Bacon reminded. “Fate will decide what happens.”
“And how the hell is that supposed to work with a team of…four,” Spook wondered.
“They’d have to pick a leader,” Eveque said.
“Maybe they roll the Fate Dice to determine that?” Traps suggested.
“We’re making this up as we go,” Bacon muttered, shaking his head.
“LittlePiggy,” Patches scolded. “Itisnew fucking territory.”
“I’m open to ideas,” Eveque offered with a toss of his hands at them. “You tell me.”
“If they roll the Fate Dice, then so should we,” The Seer said. “We have no need to fear fate.”
Lesion watched Eveque as he stared at The Seer. “Guess this can be your first act as Seer of The Twelve,” Eveque said then pointed a finger at him. “Shit goes south, I know where you live.”
The Seer looked at him for many seconds with a grin. “Accepted, little Bishop.”
Eveque looked around at them. “Who agrees we use the Fate Dice to decide these things new to the ways of The Twelve?”
Lesion waited for his turn and gave his“Aye,”with the rest of them.
“The Ayes have it,” Eveque announced, standing. “We Let the Fate Dice roll. We consummate marriages. We make decisionsofficial.” He pressed a pointer finger on the table with each item. “And while we prepare for the Gauntlet Trials…” He looked at each of them, his eyes lighting up Lesion’s adrenalin. “We hunt us a fuckingrat.”
CHAPTER ONE
Revelator made his way to the main house after the meeting, ready to conduct his own Gauntlet Trial with Cherie. His anger boiled with an unholy fury at what she’d done and how she was behaving with him. He still couldn’t believe she’d been stupid enough to attempt what she did with her ex-psycho imposter husband. The unholy had entered his fury when she’dbeggedBacon and Patches for a ride back to the swamp because she was too pissed to ride with him. “I may be the unofficial Seer for The Twelve,” he’d told Bacon and Patches, “but your deaths would be utterlyofficialif you eventhinkof obliging her.”
Feeling herpressedagainst him the entire ride back added illogical jealousy to his fury at imagining Patches or Bacon feeling that. He’d teach her all about begging. She broke the contract they’d struck when he spared that demon that tried hurting her. She’d pay for that and everything else she’d done since.
He stood on the porch of the big house and texted her.Meet me on the front porch, Ma Cherie.
He shoved his phone back in his pocket, pacing as every forbidden emotion he’d never possessed stole his ability to think.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out.I’m busy.
Fury shook his hands as he typed,You want me to come in and get you?
Again he paced, this time holding the phone and eyeing the screen.
The door opened behind him, and everything stilled in him at seeing her. She wore a black dress, blending in with the darkness and for some reason it made him hungrier to stare at her. She stayed near the door and crossed her arms.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice too quiet.
“We need to talk,” he said.
“About what?”
“Everything. You, me, our son and your blatant betrayal of our contract.”
She let out a huge breath, her eyes flashing. “I don’t even know where to begin with that.”
“I won’t fight with you here,” he said.
“Oh really?” He caught the cock of her head. “Where will you fight with me because we’re definitely fighting.”
