over
with! Fuck, not rape with those abs. Jesus!”
Treycore closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A series of
feathers shot out of his back and expanded till they filled just over half the room.
“No fucking way!” Kid exclaimed.
Maggie’s mouth dropped. “Someone get me some A2.”
~
Dedrus led Kinzer into his study.
After Maggie had come to accept her situation, they’d untied
her and left her room so that she could get some rest. Treycore and Kid had also been ready for bed, so Treycore generously offered to share his room with the stench-ridden mortal.
Dedrus and Treycore’s house was the perfect place to hide
Maggie. They never used it for swaps or any transactions with The Council or The Leader’s emissaries. It would take far more than The Raze discovering their identities for them to track this place down.
The study was as messy as the rest of the house. The
bookshelves that lined the wal s had books stacked and leaning on their sides. Piles of files and papers were scattered across his desk.
Had Dedrus known he was going to have immortal
company, he would have tidied up.
“It’s good seeing you again,” Dedrus said. He made his way
69 Devon McCormack to a bookshelf on the other side of the room, next to a lamp. He stood on his toes and pul ed at a book. The shelf pushed forward, revealing his secret compartment.
“Very nice,” Kinzer said.
Dedrus blushed.
“It’s just something I rigged a few weeks ago.” The shelf
swung open, revealing racks stocked with an assortment of swords, daggers, and knives. He reached in, pul ed out a sword, and handed it to Kinzer.
“I can’t take this.”
“Yes, you can,” Dedrus said. “It’s an old wartime sword
anyway. It’s actual y the one I used when we used to team up on the Morarkes.”
During the war between Heaven and Hel , Kinzer and
Dedrus had been part of a special immortal task force known as
Fient. Fient had discovered that, as Morarkes had been designed to restrict their assault to higherlings, they had been designed with an incredibly narrow focus. They couldn’t multi-task, so when they
picked a particular victim, the Morarke would be absorbed with
them until they’d been destroyed. Knowing this, members of Fient would work in teams of two, one immortal drawing the Morarkes
attention while the other immortal attacked it in its weakest point.
Being that Dedrus’s swordplay was vastly superior to Kinzer’s,
Kinzer was always the distraction and Dedrus was always the
attacker.
“Then you should keep it,” Kinzer said.
CLIPPED 70
“No,” Dedrus insisted. “You need something, and you were
always so good with a sword. It’d be a shame for you not to have it.”
“Not gonna do me much good now that I don’t even have
my gift.”
His look drifted across the blade. He sighed.
But Dedrus knew he was reminiscing about more than his
gift.
“I appreciate it,” Kinzer said.
“What are friends for?” Dedrus mused.
Dedrus led Kinzer from the study, into the adjoining living
room. They sat on a couch.
Frozen dinner trays, water bottles, and unopened bil s
littered the room.
This is so embarrassing , Dedrus thought.
“How are you holding up?” he asked.
“Considering the circumstances,” Kinzer replied, “I guess
pretty fucking good.”
Dedrus couldn’t imagine what Kinzer must have been going
through, having lost his wings and Janka, but he was wil ing to do whatever he could to help.
“I don't know what motherfucker ratted us out, but when I
find him, I swear to our fucking Leader, I'l —” Choking on his
words, he pressed his hands against his now-trembling face.
Dedrus scooted across the couch, wrapped his arm around
him. He wished that there was something he could've said to ease Kinzer's pain, but he knew that the horror he'd experienced was far
71 Devon McCormack too heinous for words to soothe.
Kinzer threw his arms around Dedrus, squeezing tight. His
body quivered. He
with! Fuck, not rape with those abs. Jesus!”
Treycore closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A series of
feathers shot out of his back and expanded till they filled just over half the room.
“No fucking way!” Kid exclaimed.
Maggie’s mouth dropped. “Someone get me some A2.”
~
Dedrus led Kinzer into his study.
After Maggie had come to accept her situation, they’d untied
her and left her room so that she could get some rest. Treycore and Kid had also been ready for bed, so Treycore generously offered to share his room with the stench-ridden mortal.
Dedrus and Treycore’s house was the perfect place to hide
Maggie. They never used it for swaps or any transactions with The Council or The Leader’s emissaries. It would take far more than The Raze discovering their identities for them to track this place down.
The study was as messy as the rest of the house. The
bookshelves that lined the wal s had books stacked and leaning on their sides. Piles of files and papers were scattered across his desk.
Had Dedrus known he was going to have immortal
company, he would have tidied up.
“It’s good seeing you again,” Dedrus said. He made his way
69 Devon McCormack to a bookshelf on the other side of the room, next to a lamp. He stood on his toes and pul ed at a book. The shelf pushed forward, revealing his secret compartment.
“Very nice,” Kinzer said.
Dedrus blushed.
“It’s just something I rigged a few weeks ago.” The shelf
swung open, revealing racks stocked with an assortment of swords, daggers, and knives. He reached in, pul ed out a sword, and handed it to Kinzer.
“I can’t take this.”
“Yes, you can,” Dedrus said. “It’s an old wartime sword
anyway. It’s actual y the one I used when we used to team up on the Morarkes.”
During the war between Heaven and Hel , Kinzer and
Dedrus had been part of a special immortal task force known as
Fient. Fient had discovered that, as Morarkes had been designed to restrict their assault to higherlings, they had been designed with an incredibly narrow focus. They couldn’t multi-task, so when they
picked a particular victim, the Morarke would be absorbed with
them until they’d been destroyed. Knowing this, members of Fient would work in teams of two, one immortal drawing the Morarkes
attention while the other immortal attacked it in its weakest point.
Being that Dedrus’s swordplay was vastly superior to Kinzer’s,
Kinzer was always the distraction and Dedrus was always the
attacker.
“Then you should keep it,” Kinzer said.
CLIPPED 70
“No,” Dedrus insisted. “You need something, and you were
always so good with a sword. It’d be a shame for you not to have it.”
“Not gonna do me much good now that I don’t even have
my gift.”
His look drifted across the blade. He sighed.
But Dedrus knew he was reminiscing about more than his
gift.
“I appreciate it,” Kinzer said.
“What are friends for?” Dedrus mused.
Dedrus led Kinzer from the study, into the adjoining living
room. They sat on a couch.
Frozen dinner trays, water bottles, and unopened bil s
littered the room.
This is so embarrassing , Dedrus thought.
“How are you holding up?” he asked.
“Considering the circumstances,” Kinzer replied, “I guess
pretty fucking good.”
Dedrus couldn’t imagine what Kinzer must have been going
through, having lost his wings and Janka, but he was wil ing to do whatever he could to help.
“I don't know what motherfucker ratted us out, but when I
find him, I swear to our fucking Leader, I'l —” Choking on his
words, he pressed his hands against his now-trembling face.
Dedrus scooted across the couch, wrapped his arm around
him. He wished that there was something he could've said to ease Kinzer's pain, but he knew that the horror he'd experienced was far
71 Devon McCormack too heinous for words to soothe.
Kinzer threw his arms around Dedrus, squeezing tight. His
body quivered. He
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