Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SILVANUS
As Paris hit the floor, dead again, Medusa, in snake form, coiled her body around Aidan, crushing him, every bone popping with sickening snaps.
But Aidan smiled, blood oozing through his bared teeth. He seemed unconcerned, without a single care for his predicament.
My friend sunk her fangs into his neck, their sharp tips slashing his flesh open.
Somehow, he managed to speak, not like someone being squeezed to death by an emerald python.
“My dear Silvanus. You really are a poor excuse for a king.” He lifted a hand, curling it into a claw. Magic danced across his fingers. “One day, I’ll burrow through your chest and end your kind properly. But until then, enjoy this.”
He cast a spell, setting the house on fire.
Flames spread up the walls and across the ceilings instantly, burning incredibly hot, the living room filling with smoke.
“Goodbye for now!” the deity cried.
Medusa fell to the floor as Aidan vanished. She hissed with rage, shifting back to her humanoid form.
A skip in time again, and Paris resurrected a few feet away from me, the smoke smothering him.
I went to scoop him into my arms, but Aidan returned, taking him away.
“No!” I roared, explosions of my fury cracking the air.
My spark!
My spark in the dark!
The fire whooshed around me, intensifying.
“Paris!”