The Evolution of Fae and Gods (Chronicles of the Stone Veil #3) - Sawyer Bennett Page 0,92

Ozigeor’s gaze pinned there in fear.

“I’m going to ask you again.” Carrick ran a finger down the length of the sword in a threatening way. “Tell me about the ritual.”

“Gods have mercy,” Ozigeor pleaded as he looked upward and then brought his gaze to Carrick with hatred burning in his eyes. “Fine. I’ll tell you, then I want you gone—”

But before the sorcerer could say another word, he was struck by something that looked like it caused massive pain. His head tipped back, his back arched, and he screamed as if he were being torn apart.

Carrick carefully stood from the desk, sword in hand, and backed away, watching as Ozigeor’s eyes flew open, red as rubies, and then started melting to run in shiny rivulets down his face. His mouth opened further, but no words came out.

Instead, his entire body started smoking, rising up from his arms, legs, torso, and the top of his head. Horrified, Carrick watched, fascinated, as the man seemed to burn up from the inside until it was confirmed as his body burst into flames.

“Fuck,” Carrick muttered, taking several steps backward to avoid getting singed.

“Such a shame,” a raspy female voice said from behind him, and Carrick whirled to find Kymaris there. “He was such an expert on rituals, too. The likes this world will probably never see again.”

She was oddly beautiful and grotesque at the same time. She still wore her hair in a frizzed slanted beehive, had on garish makeup, and exhibited a distinct love of sexy clothing to show off her thin body.

Gods damn it, Carrick thought. “You had a spell on him that activated if he told anyone about the ritual.”

Kymaris laughed, a cold and high-pitched sound. “Indeed, and it was so much flashier than your petty binding spells. Again, sad to see the best ritual weaver die, but can’t have you learning all my secrets.”

Carrick grasped the sword handle with both hands, raising it up at an angle over his shoulder. He was prepared to end it now and lop her evil head off.

“I’m not going to fight you, demi-god,” she hissed.

Carrick’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“That’s right,” Kymaris taunted. “I know exactly who you are, but what I can’t figure out is why you’re helping that do-gooder, Finley Porter, who thinks she can stop me.”

“Let’s just say I don’t wish to see Earth overrun by your Dark Fae and demon horde from down below when you destroy the veil,” Carrick replied, lowering the sword. She’d bend distance and blink away before he could reach her.

The sly smile she’d been sporting slid off her face, and he could tell she wasn’t happy he’d figured out what her evil plan was.

Of course, he didn’t know how she planned to accomplish it.

“I’d think carefully before you choose a puny human’s side,” Kymaris warned, and that told him something particularly important.

She had no idea the gods offered him this role.

She had no idea Finley was anything but puny.

However it was that Kymaris found out about Finley’s role in stopping the prophecy, she still didn’t know much about it, and that was important information.

Not as important as learning exactly what the ritual entailed, but at least he knew Kymaris was in the dark about her foe. It meant they knew far more about her than she did about them, and that was why it was crucial to keep their circle of trusted ones as tight as ever.

“Tell your little human I’ll be seeing her soon enough.” Kymaris sneered. “And that I’m going to enjoy tearing her limb from limb.”

“Never going to happen,” Carrick vowed. He didn’t give a fuck what the fates said or what Arwen predicted about Finley’s sacrifice, he was never going to let Kymaris touch her.

“We’ll see,” Kymaris purred. She then blew Carrick a kiss and disappeared.

Heaving a sigh, Carrick glanced back at the pile of ash that was Ozigeor’s body before bending distance back to his condo.

CHAPTER 21

Finley

There was never any question about staying in the kitchen. Sure, I love being around Carrick, and Zaid and Maddox aren’t bad either, but I’ve missed Rainey and Myles. I’m not about to pass up the opportunity for some time alone with them.

There was also never any question as to where my friends were located in the condo. Any time Rainey and Myles come over—which, to my amusement, Carrick had given them the code to the private elevator—they sequester themselves in the library and go through the thousands of books he had down there. It