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“You heard me. I said no,” I repeat, folding my arms over my chest as I meet each of their gazes once more. Alexi may be the one doing the talking, but with these three, one thing has never changed: when one of them speaks, they speak for the three of them. No matter the consequences, that’s how it has always been. And it’s no different now, not with the way Malik and Talon flicker their gazes between each other before nodding at me in agreement with Alexi.
Fuckers.
Bracing my elbows on the table, I make sure to project my voice like I’m filled with all the confidence in the world. “This is not my life. You’ve had me cooped up here for one day. One fucking day, and I’m already going out of my mind.”
Alexi rolls his eyes like I’m being dramatic, but I don’t falter under his stare. “You should appreciate the fact that there's a roof over your head, hot food on the table, and everything else you’ve had since you arrived here.”
This man better be fucking joking me.
I squint as I lean a little closer, blood boiling beneath the surface. “Are you for fucking real? I had all of those things before I was forced here under the agreement to help save my friend.” I’m not bringing it up specifically to clarify that I’m a good person, but shit, I’m a good fucking person. “You can treat me like I’m being a brat, like I’m ungrateful or whatever else you want to label me, but I’m far. Fucking. From. It. And you know it.”
I feel my chest heave with every breath I take, my shock at the audacity that just fell from his mouth making me shake.
None of them speak but I figure someone kicks someone else under the table based on the shuffling sounds and the grunt that follows moments later. If it was aimed at Alexi, which I’m assuming it was by the glare he's leveled toward Talon, it doesn’t encourage him to apologize. It does nothing at all, so I continue with my rant exactly as I initially intended, but I manage to take a deep breath, releasing a small hint of the stress building up inside of me.
“I have no clothes, no access to fresh air, no purpose at all, and no place to call my own here. It’s like every step I take I’m trespassing. Except it wasn’t my choice to be here so someone has got to help me out somewhere… please.” I hate the plea that slips from my lips, but I sense the moment Malik and Talon soften a little, their shoulders relaxing as the corners of their mouths turn up ever so slightly.
“We can figure something out, Harmonia,” Malik mutters, nodding gently as he tries to pacify me with the action while earning his own death glare from Alexi.
“Or, you can just let me go back to my friends. At least there I could be making a difference,” I offer, and the second his mouth drops into a thin line, I know I have no chance of that happening at all.
“We’re making a difference here too, Harmonia.” My gaze flicks to Talon, taking in the first words he’s said to me since earlier.
With my brows knitted together, I force myself to unfold my arms and relax in my seat a little more, feeling like a small barrier has suddenly dropped between us.
“You might be, Talon, but I’m certainly not.” I lift my hands at my sides, trying to convey the helplessness I feel, but it’s not enough. “If you guys would just listen to how much trouble my friend is in with Nyx and—”
“That’s enough, Harmonia,” Alexi growls, slamming his palms on the table as the cutlery and plates rattle with the force. “I’m not going to tell you again. We’re not getting involved. They know how to handle their own shit, especially when we’re dealing with the Redvellions now more than ever.”
My gape of shock at his outburst quickly converts to curiosity. “Redvellions?” I ask, tasting the otherwise meaningless word on my tongue as Talon swipes a hand down his face, Malik rubs at the back of his neck, and Alexi shakes his head in annoyance.
“Yes, the Redvellions,” he repeats, sighing heavily before meeting my gaze head on. “The bullshit Zellus is pulling is not of our concern, especially not when there are so many fucking gods involved in the damn thing. The Hex included.” His knowledge of the situation seems to be way more informed than I expected, but I keep my mouth shut, wanting to know more. “We have our hands full with the Redvellions, Harmonia, and that’s not going to change anytime soon. As Furies it’s our responsibility to handle the dark side of the supernatural world, and as they continue to grow stronger and stronger we can’t take our eye off the ball.”
Far too much of what he just said makes no sense to me at all. Not a single bit.
The dark side?
The Redvellions?
Growing stronger?
My heart squeezes at the thought of how much I don’t know about this world, and I fucking grew up in it. Clearing my throat, I nibble on my bottom lip for a moment before I speak again. “What do you mean by the dark side? Who on Earth are the Redvellions, and how are they growing stronger?”
The tension around the table thickens, like the mere mention of them is enough to sour the mood, and that says a lot about the situation to begin with. Nothing bothers these three, ever, so why is this so different now?
I clearly have a lot to learn about what they do in the supernatural world, and what being the three Furies actually means, but I get the sense that I’m not going to get answers to any of that today.
“The dark side is the part of the supernatural world no one wants to even acknowledge exists, let alone deal with, Harmonia,” Talon explains, the muscles in his neck bunched with anger. “The Redvellions have been causing mayhem for hundreds of years and are the main reason Pandora’s Box opted to replace the original Furies with newer, fresher blood,” he adds, making my eyes widen in surprise.
They’re the reason their magic was chosen for this? Holy shit. That can’t be good.
Edging forward in my chair, I lace my fingers together and place them on the table. “So, how can I help with that?”
The words have barely left my mouth before Alexi is scoffing at me.
“You can’t, Harmonia. You don’t have the means. It’s better that you stick to your first-world problems,” he bites, angering me yet again.
Glaring at him, I consider throwing a blast of fire in his face, but the rational part of me forces me to refrain. Although, it doesn’t stop the venom from spilling out in my words as I point my finger at him.
“It’s quite possible that I fucking hate you, Alexi.”
Without missing a beat, he braces his palms on the table and leans over to me. “The feeling is mutual, Baby H.”
