Obsidian Fire (The Raven Queen's Harem 4)
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“Hildi is an ally. And is very knowledgeable about the activities of the community.”
“She’s a gossip.”
“And my friend,” I say with a touch of warning. “We need her help.”
“At the risk of sounding disrespectful, Morgan, there are times you should defer to those with the knowledge and experience for handling the situation at hand.”
“This is common? Traitors? Betrayal?”
He smiles and it’s so glorious my knees wobble. “Have you learned nothing of the myths surrounding the Morrigan? Betrayal is her forte. Bunny learned from the best.”
“Fine, but the Valkyrie comes.”
He starts to argue again but Hildi interjects from the doorway, where she’s clearly been listening. “I’m sent by the Goddess Freyja to choose the dead. I’m aware of your sickness and the looming battles. I can help you find the woman you’re looking for. And the Guardian. Their stench is all over the city.”
“You can sense them?” Clinton asks.
“The dead and dying? Yes. Normally mortals are not my concern but the Darkness and Morrigan are. I can guide you.”
Dylan reluctantly agrees but corners both of us before we leave. “No one dies, do you understand? Not Bunny or the mortal, Anita.”
“Why should we spare them?” I ask, the betrayal burns deep, more than I ever expected.
“We never abandon one of our own. That is the lesson the Morrigan’s paranoia taught us. Bunny may be out of control but he’s still one of the gods chosen.”
“And Anita?”
“There’s a chance we can perform the splitting spell on her and save her too.”
I hold Dylan’s eye and nod, but as I straighten my jacket over my sword I can’t shake the tug of vengeance clawing at my soul. Even though I’ve showered and changed I can still feel the sticky heat of Bunny’s cum on my chest. He used me. He betrayed me and now I must deliver justice.
Chapter Twenty-One
Morgan
In the garage, Hildi gives us two places to start. Dylan splits us into groups: me, him, and Hildi together. Sam, Clinton, and Damien pile into Clinton’s truck and leave the garage first.
“Which one of these fine vehicles should we take?”
Dylan fidgets with his belt.
“He doesn’t drive.”
Her eyebrow rises curiously. “No?”
“No,” he replies.
“Interesting.” She strolls down the row of cars and stops before a shiny, silver-gray Mercedes. “I like this one. Keys?”
Dylan seems totally unsure what to do about a woman like Hildi. I pass him on the way to the key box. “She makes me seem like a piece of cake, don’t you think?”
He grunts and follows us to the car. I concede and give him the passenger seat, due to his long legs. Hildi ducks in the driver’s side and I grab him by the shirt. “It’s a good idea.”
He leans forward and kisses me, darting his tongue in my mouth. Hildi slams on the horn and the sound echoes through the garage, blasting our ears. “You owe me, got it?”
I nod, thinking about all the ways I’ll repay him, before slipping in my seat.
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