The Deep Wild, Part VI
Moxie hesitated, not wanting to greet such evil, but she knew Lydia would do exactly what she said. Moxie saw her intentions as clear as day.
Moxie hesitated, not wanting to greet such evil, but she knew Lydia would do exactly what she said. Moxie saw her intentions as clear as day.
“You now belong to the dead. You now belong to the damned. You now belong to Mr. Hades.”
Moxie straddled his waist and wiped the blood from her knife onto his cheek. She bared her teeth at him and growled. “No means no.”
“Evil,” he croaked. “One should not throw stones, or call the kettle black, John.”
She still thought this was a game, like I was her plaything to be toyed with. She clearly didn’t know what I was capable of.
“We’re going through the opening and since you like to discover new things, you can go first, brother.”
This is what’s pulled me home. My father’s broken heart. His lost love.
My eyes changed to a fiery blaze and I said, “ You will pay what you owe, and you will leave my uncle’s bar right NOW!”
Does a spirit rage at the water that took her breath? At the cold rock he lay on, bleeding?
“You were screaming about…” she stopped to gauge my reaction, “about Nightgoyles, Moo.”
“Spiders. A lot of spiders. Like a whole nest of really big, gigantic, flesh-eating spiders.”
“I heard all of that, Hebe, and that was totally uncalled for,” he said reproachfully. “Ares has been through enough without you acting like a bitch.
Moxie stumbled over an apple and reached out to a pillar to steady herself. When she pulled her hand away, she gasped. Her hand was covered in blood.
Sorry I was so angry earlier. I just hate it when someone hurts my family, foster or blood.
I walked around town yesterday afternoon to get a feel for the area and smiled at all the children dressed up in costumes, already anticipating the upcoming Halloween festival.