Chapter 30
Thirty
Dani stood up, and I grabbed her hips, pulling her down on my knee.
“Everi is not for lunch,” I said. “Calm down.”
Everi gazed at us two, eyes flashing a jealous green, and curled her hands into fists. She shook her head. “I’m done with trying to get you information and you not respecting me—your queen,” she said.
I rolled my eyes.
“I am providing you with valuable information, and you treat me like shit.”
“Everi, calm down too,” I said. “I will be rewarding you quite nicely, if you get me the information I need, not the information you can find.”
“And how will you reward me?” she asked. “By fucking the Lust queen?”
She pulled her coat across her body, stormed to the door, and pulled it open. The three Envies from that first night were standing there, waiting for us.
“The Two-Faced Prophet is coming,” an Envie said.
The Envies looked at each other with green eyes. Unlike last time, they weren’t those piercing green; they looked more faded than usual, as if there was a white film over their eyes, as if they were under some kind of spell.
“I’m beginning to believe this Two-Faced Prophet is a joke. You keep talking about him, and he never shows up.”
“The Two-Faced Prophet will be here soon and will take the Crucifix from you.”
Suddenly, one of the leaders doubled over and landed on all fours. Green foam oozed out of his mouth, and his eyes turned a hazy light green. He fell onto his stomach, and his body began seizing up and down.
I stared at him with an arched brow, wondering why he thought he could just die in one of the most valuable places in my kingdom.
His body stopped moving, and the green foam continued to seep from his body through his mouth, eyes, ears, nose.
I didn’t want to imagine where else. When it was finished, there was a thin layer of foam on the ground in the room.
Everi screamed and backed away. I placed Dani on the bench, careful not to get her feet in the liquid. Her eyes faded back to their normal clear color.
The other Envy stepped forward. “The Two-Faced Prophet is coming. She’s coming.
” He pressed his hands to his head and squeezed so tightly, like he had no control of his body.
“She’s coming.” He squeezed so hard that his skull bent inward, and in a moment, his head imploded, spewing black-and-green brains all over the room.
Everi backed up until she was pressing against Dani. Dani pushed her behind her and stood directly in the ooze with green guts on her cheek.
The final man—the one I hated the most—looked me right in the eye. “She’s coming, and you can’t stop her.” He struggled against himself. “We—we tried.”
Then, as if something were in the room with us, it sliced right through his stomach, and his guts spewed out. Then it slashed across his face. It continued slicing until he was lying in pieces.
The Two-Faced Prophet was real, and she was coming.