closer in a possessive and protective way the moment I shot her an unimpressed look that said it all. I walked straight over to the bed and with a mere thought, I forced the shards that surrounded it to seep back to the floor. This was so it made it easier for me to lay Amelia down without causing her any unnecessary discomfort.
Not that she had so much as stirred since first losing consciousness. In fact, if it hadn’t been for my connection with her and being able to hear her constant and steady heartbeat then I would be far more worried. But even Trice had explained to his brothers on the way up here, that the longer she was out of it the better it was. This was because the Hex couldn’t claim her whilst she was asleep and that was fine by me, just so long as she wasn’t in any danger and no longer feeling any pain.
“Just give me a little longer, Sweetheart,” I told her after laying her down and brushing her dark hair from her face, some of the thicker strands had become knotted due to all that she had endured in yet another fucking day in Hell. A place she most certainly didn’t belong and the sooner I could get her home, the better. Something I was soon to discover wasn’t going to be quite as easy as I originally believed.
This I found out shortly after re-joining the rest of them and doing so by ignoring the way they all now stared at me as though I had grown a fucking head that had been singing Sinatra. But then again, I tried to look at things from their side of the Hell they stood on. And well, seeing their tyrant King taking such care and concern over who they had first thought to be nothing more than a mortal sex slave, then yeah, it was understandable. Well, all except the McBain brothers who had guessed the truth after witnessing our encounter back at the soul fields.
But then, there was one being who had joined us just before the doors had closed and he hadn’t missed the encounter…
My brother.
I would have rolled my eyes at the look he granted me but instead it was time to get this shit over with. Which meant getting everyone’s ass in gear and to do that, I first needed to let them know the full extent of what we were dealing with. Starting with why freeing Amelia of the fucking Hex was the first priority!
So, I folded my arms after first shedding my skin of the constricting armour, leaving behind a layer of black material that clung to my frame. It looked like a plain black, long-sleeved T-shirt with my cursed hand being the only piece of armour to remain. I also had summoned black trousers in a beast hide similar to the Basilisk my brother had slayed. Only due to the rarity, it was in fact from a creature known as a Vipera.
This was a demonic grass snake that had bad eyesight and usually burrowed underground. They lived by the sense of vibrations they could feel with the rattle of their barbed tails, and only came out among the soul fields when they felt no one was near. This was because they were heavily hunted despite being covered in a spiked, hard shell of bright blue scales. They were hunted for their delicious meat and their soft reddish black underbellies that felt like a combination of Earth’s satin and suede. It was also currently what Amelia was lay on right now, for my sheets were made of the same material.
Shit kicker plated boots completed the look and despite feeling slightly more comfortable, I would have much preferred being naked lying alongside my girl with her soft skin cradled against mine.
“Why ur we ‘ere?” Gryph had been the first to ask, making me release a sigh and say,
“This tower is impenetrable to all outside magic and therefore is the only place I trust to discuss matters.”
“Ah, that explains the heebie jeebies then,” Nero commented, hugging herself and rubbing her arms.
“You say we need tae discuss matters, bit whit ye pure mean is—” I quickly cut the jealous bastard off,
“Amelia is my Chosen One,” I stated, and I swear it was like finally dragging the barbed wire up from down my throat for how long I had wanted to declare such a thing. The only three who naturally didn’t look