Three Trials (The Dark Side Book 2)(22)
I put my mega-bitch face on just in case it makes it work better.
The throngs of beasts continue to split, as the guys follow me in a single-file line.
It’s parting the monster sea with one crazy girl leading the charge. The monsters don’t even bump into me, because they’re so desperate to flee the fearless predator I’m pretending to be.
Just as the last set of monsters rush by us, I turn phantom, exhausted and needing a break from my very unfit, gravity-suffering body.
The storm dissipates as though it’s finished with us now that the monsters are gone. Honestly, I’m sort of wondering if that storm was mine. It gave me coverage from the Devil’s prying eyes just as I decided to turn whole.
The monsters keep running down the gulley, colliding with the others. I look away when they’re barely a distant echo.
Gage holds out a finger, shaking it at me, but he’s panting too heavily to use his words, which appears rather frustrating if his expression is any indication.
He settles for miming the motions of wringing my neck right in front of my neck, then turns and stalks off.
That’s two of them who have used the same charade-version of that threat against me now.
Ezekiel just glares at me, also not using his words. He takes a step toward me, then back again, then stops and squeezes his fists together. He finally turns and stalks off as though he’s forcing himself to do it.
Jude runs a frustrated hand through his hair, collapsing to a rock as the gulley fades from view, the latest obstacle passed and riddle answered. He looks like he wants to five-finger-death-punch me.
Kai slams his fist into a rock wall, looking back at me over his shoulder as he takes a few hesitant breaths, before deciding to advance on me like a naked Gladiator.
He opens his mouth like he’s about to yell at me, then instead releases a series of very loud and random sounds to relay his apparent frustration, shaking his head a little worrisomely, before he turns and starts stalking toward the black rocks now in our path.
“You’re welcome,” I say to their backs as they all walk away from me.
Another chorus of frustrated sounds is my answer to that as they start walking faster in their angry gait, forcing me to zap myself to them instead of all that walking.
“It worked, didn’t it?” I point out from directly behind them.
As if they planned it, all four flip me off without ever glancing back.
“Rude,” I sigh, stopping for a second to give them an unimpressed stare they don’t even see.
I jog and catch back up. “I bet that was easier than dealing with your swinging dicks during the blind dude battle, am I right?”
I pass through them and hold my hand up for a ghost girl high-five…that gets left hanging as they pass back through me.
“You guys totally don’t appreciate my amazing personality.”
Just as my hand falls on Ezekiel’s shoulder to try and get him to loosen up first, a blinding light blasts in front of us.
Chapter 7
When we land in the graveyard, apparently ejected from hell without warning, Ezekiel’s hand passes through me. I feel the tugs of him siphoning, and suddenly we’re home.
The other three follow us immediately, all of us inside the living room, eyes moving between each other like we’re a little speechless. Which is a feat for me, if I’m being candid.
I take notice of the fact I’m still in the slinky Devil’s costume, and they’re all incredibly naked. Immediately, I go whole, just in case they want to physically thank me for my awesome survival skills like Kai and Gage did during that exhausting trial.
Can’t be too prepared in these rare situations.
I inch a little closer to Gage, my arm brushing his. His arm absently goes around me, tugging me closer as though it’s a reflex, as he looks at Jude.
“He let us out,” Gage says.
“So now what?” Kai asks. “We were certain our death was guaranteed when we were dropped in the belly.”
“How could he have expected us to pass that course and survive? Even knowing we have her lingering around?” Jude asks, gesturing toward me like her needs clarification.
“Was it all an actual test if it wasn’t a death sentence? And what does the Devil gain with the knowledge he’s now gathered since having a chance to study you?” I ask.
They all give me an incredulous look.
“Sorry,” I tell them, not really sorry at all. “Looking at everything like it’s a riddle is a hard habit to break once you’ve gotten the hang of it.”
My hand subtly moves to Gage’s chest, tracing one of the weird tattoos I happen to like quite a lot. He’s still my current favorite, after all.
When I look back over, I see Jude glaring at Gage, and Gage smirking at Jude.
“Maybe we should discuss this with clothes on, since she’s easily very distracted,” Jude bites out.
I peer around at four very distracting erections that would say their minds have all gone to the same place as mine. They just like to pretend they’re not quite so base as I am.
“Life-threatening situations and survival sex go hand-in-hand,” I dutifully inform them, looking around at all the variously pierced cocks jutting out.
Gage’s cock jumps against my hip, and my eyes almost close, because I’m still getting used to all the really great sensations and experiencing a lot of firsts.