even more color before.
He turned back to the portal, bidding her close with a large hand. “C’mere. Look at this.”
Hesitantly, she crossed the room and stood on the other side of the mirror, eyes widening. “Don’t touch it. Just look.” Her head dropped and he stared at her, hard, before following her gaze.
Talon was staring at Zyn, who was bloody and devastated. He had no color whatsoever, and Talon was a mirror image. Besides the two dead bodies, they were alone. In silence. Even from where he stood, he could read Talon as easily as a book. The king, however, not so much. They crossed the room to her body, and Talon was the first to fall.
Once again, he clutched her to his chest and just…sat there. In silence. Zyn stood over them, realization dawning on his face and then grief, worse than before. Mike got lost in the picture, and he bet Amenia did too. Her hands were clenched together, fisting. “He now knows how I felt when I lost my sister,” she whispered.
“You not only killed an innocent woman who deserved none of what has happened to her, you ruined my chance at salvaging the most powerful race that we have ever had.”
Amenia snapped her eyes to his, hissing. “He killed my sister!”
“No,” he barked, pushing her away from the mirror. “That was all Lyne! He took her head, and he is the one who took a turn for brown-nosing to live forever. Both of you are tainted with greed and it isn’t even because you loved your sister!” he shouted, disgusted.
Amenia jerked back a step.
“You like to deal pain. It’s what you do. You’re a conniving whore with nothing but her baby-girl powers going for her. You sensed Clover, didn’t you?” he inquired, closing the portal with a wave of his hands.
She paused, then nodded her head slowly. Her eyes turned downcast. “That woman could have easily taken you down. Lucian doesn’t know that you aren’t the best out there – that was for everyone’s safety. And now you think I’m going to keep protecting you after you killed that woman? And that wasn’t a rhetorical question, Amenia.”
Deafening silence. And then a nod. He laughed in a short burst. “Let me explain this to you. You are of the earth – by my commanding. I can give you back just as easily, and therefore save the throne or some other cliché-sounding shit like that. I’m sure that your powers would…” He didn’t finish his sentence, just smiled at her.
By the suddenly panicked look in her eyes and the high-pitched “no” that came from her, she knew exactly what he was going to do.
So much…purple. The floors, the chair, the table. The lights. Everything was just a dull purple.
Jamie sat there, confused. Why was she here right now? Shouldn’t she be… no, she couldn’t remember what she was supposed to be doing. Maybe she had been painting, Painting the room purple, or maybe just sitting there.
She didn’t know.
Really didn’t care to be honest…did they have purple toilets? She had to pee. Holding her stomach, she looked around for a door. Maybe she had been sitting here for a while. How long? Jamie looked around for a purple clock. She should paint one of those, she thought when she saw none.
“Jamie?”
“Hmm?” She looked at the wall, and would have missed him if he weren’t twirling around a small pocket watch. “Did you know you match your wall?”
The man was the same exact color as his room and everything in it. He had purple hair, purple skin, black eyes, and purple clothes. He gave her a purple smile and nodded. “Did you know you match my wall, too?”
Jamie looked down at herself, frowning. “I do. Did you do it?” she asked, touching the hem of her purple shirt.
“Maybe,” he said chuckling, picking up her hand. It wasn’t purple like his.
“Do you use tanning lotion?” Wait, what was tanning lotion? She rubbed her forehead, brow furrowing.
“No, Jamie.” He brought her through a purple wall, and she didn’t realize how weird that was until she was on the other side. The purple man set her on a couch. She stared at him dully, not knowing what to do. Was he going to make her paint that mirror thing in the center of the room purple, too?
“Are you going to make me paint more things? Could I have an apron? I feel like the painting kind of spread to my clothes a lot…”
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