Chapter 14 #2
God terror or not, they were outmatched, and that wasn’t even including my abilities.
I nearly shook my head at that—my abilities.
I didn’t have abilities. Well, I did, but the idea of having some sort of power was mind-boggling, especially after living so long as a simple human surrounded by nightmares.
A sudden laugh filled the space, and we all stilled.
It wasn’t Hate’s laughter—I had that one memorized. This laugh was most definitely feminine, and when the wind rustled through the cave, their magic seemed to destabilize the room for a moment, making everything feel unbalanced.
I blinked as I looked around, trying to find the source of it, but it turned out that wasn’t needed. Out of literally nowhere, a golden light filled the space. Much like her brother, Order, Chaos was absolutely radiant.
Her hair fell to her knees in a wavy veil of gold, like legitimate princess-type hair, and her skin seemed to have embedded gold flecks in it, which were very visible through her nearly absent clothing.
Not entirely absent, thankfully, since she had fabric covering her important bits.
I did briefly wonder why her clothes were so torn, but I had a feeling that as with most god terrors, questions would just lead to confusing answers and more questions.
“What a lovely surprise,” she trilled, offering me a smile. “Hate! The pink-haired human is here.”
Hate appeared next to her, causing my men to let out a variety of rather violent sounds, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.
No, it was how Hate appeared. He looked sick.
“Get her the fuck away from me,” he growled.
I jolted, and Saint spoke up. “Talk about her like that again and you’re not going to come back when I kill you.”
Hate shot him a dark look but stayed behind Chaos.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked him, ignoring Chaos as she looked me up and down. I didn’t know if she was attempting to evaluate me with a critical eye or size me up, but I was doing my best to completely ignore it.
“What’s wrong with me?” Hate hissed. “You’re the one who fucked with my magic. Although the hatred your mates have towards me is helping, to an extent.”
“What do you mean I messed with your magic?” I demanded. I’d never done anything like that before, and I didn’t want to hurt my mates by accident. Chaos sighed as if she didn’t like attention off of her and found this conversation uninteresting.
“It means he didn’t realize that sis metas could fuck with your magic if you mean them harm.” She rolled her eyes and looked at Hate. “If you had just stuck with the plan and gotten Peace out of the way, none of this would have happened.”
I was taken off guard by how easily they talked about this, especially Irina’s possible death. I once again got the feeling that Hate and now Chaos were pawns, specifically because they were hiding away in the mountains.
I also mentally put a pin in the knowledge base she seemed to have about sis metas.
I needed to do more research into what I was, but it had taken a bit of a back seat to the impending war between nightmares and humans.
Mind you, I had a feeling that my father had a ton of knowledge on it—the man’s brain was like a living computer—but that would lead into me having to explain what I was and the implications of that with my team…
And yeah, that would be more than a bit awkward.
I examined Hate. “You lied earlier. It wasn’t your idea to influence the humans.”
Hate let out a snarl. “No idea what you’re—”
“He said it was his idea?” Chaos laughed, shaking her head.
“No, this was not our plan. Our plan was to fuck off to some tropical island and finally get a break from everyone, but War had a different idea. Hate is entirely too temperamental, and I am entirely too indifferent to plan out such”—her hand waved in the air—“frivolous bullshit.”
It felt good that my instincts had been right regarding their part in all this. I looked at Saint, who sighed. “They aren’t lying.”
And I knew he would be able to tell that.
“Of course we aren’t, Saint.” Chaos rolled her eyes. “In fact, the only reason we are up here right now is that I am avoiding War, and Hate is avoiding you, Arabella. He’s scared of you.”
“I am fucking not,” Hate snarled.
Chaos smirked and fixed me with a curious look then, changing topics swiftly. “Did she survive?”
“Who?”
“Peace.” Chaos’s expression was indifferent, but I had a feeling the answer was important to her. I nodded, and she made an amused sound, the tension relaxing from her shoulders.
“I told War that she wouldn’t go down easily. His sister is a fighter,” she mused, examining her nails.
“So War is behind this?” I asked, trying to keep track of this nonsense in my head. I was going to need a chart or timeline—something like that.
“Isn’t War behind everything?” Chaos sighed before stepping back. “Unfortunately, now that you know we are here, we are going to be on our way…”
Saint’s power flooded the space, and I felt restraints come down, like wards blocking our—and their—ability to leave.
“Yeah, that’s not happening.”
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Chaos demanded.
“What do you want from us?” Hate snarled at Saint.
“I want to know everything War told you.”