Page 20 of London Has Fallen
“Jesus, just get the fuck out of my seat so I can tell you about the trials, then you can fuck off to class.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say that to begin with?” I question in my best airhead voice before standing and patting the chair. He narrows his eyes but says nothing as he rounds his desk and warily drops into his seat. I pat the top of his head before rounding the desk and claiming one of the seats opposite him, I cross my legs and place my hands atop of them. “Hit me with it, pretty boy.”
“Are you always this fucking infuriating?” he grits out through clenched teeth.
“Do you always stumble back here cut up and beaten?” I counter. His brown eyes darken as he glares at me, the bruise on his face nasty looking, but the majority of them are covered by his clothes. I hate to admit it but I spent more time than I would have liked last night wondering about what the hell happened to him.
“You’ll keep your mouth fucking shut about that.”
I pout. “But Cronos and I are besties and we don’t keep secrets from each other.” I expected to see shock on his face, not fear.
“You stay the fuck away from my brother. You want to play your games, then you play them with me, not him!” I keep my face blank but inside I’m giddy, so his twin is his weakness. Good to know.
I wave him off. “Fret not, pretty boy, your brother is in the best hands with me and I promise not to let them wander south unless he asks me to.” Instantly his features morph to rage.
“Stay the fuck away from him, London!” he shouts.
“Jesus, no need to shout. I promise I won’t fuck him into a coma.”
“You want to fuck, you come to me.”
I don’t falter in my reply. “But I don’t like you.”
“You don’t even know my brother to like him.”
“I know him well enough to want to scream his name and not yours.”
“Is that what this is about?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “You want a nice hard cock inside your pussy? Say the words, baby, and I’ll have you screaming my name and not my brother’s.” I pretend to ponder his request for a second before I gag.
“Sorry, the thought of your baby dick inside me has me feeling nauseous.” He’s practically vibrating with rage and I love it. I’ve learned that men are more forthcoming with information when they are either horny as fuck or angry as hell which is the only reason I am entertaining this conversation. He opens his mouth to no doubt scream at me but I beat him to it. “Now, tell me about the trials.”
Artemis
This fucking girl is the most infuriating fucking person I have ever met in my life!
How she can sit there and look like a lady but dress and speak like a dude is fucking insane. She’s fucking stunning and the fact her beauty is natural and not because of makeup only makes her more appealing. But the moment she opens that godforsaken mouth, she drops from a ten to a one point five.
“You already passed the first trial,” I grit out and recline as much as I can without pulling at my stitches. It’s taking a shit load of effort to conceal the pain I’m in.
“How?” Oh, so hearing she passed a trial shocks her but not me offering to slam my cock inside her pussy.
“You stole the kill of the rabbit.”
She glowers at me. “I didn’t steal shit. Not my fault your brothers are incompetent and couldn’t manage to kill him themselves. Who was he anyway?” She tries to pass off her question like she doesn’t care but her eyes betray her. I don’t think she has any idea that her eyes change shades.
“He was an arouraíos–a rat. We don’t kill our snitches like you Americans, we capture them and set them free for the hunt.”
I can see the cogs turning in her brain as she tries to piece this all together. “You use them for sport?”
“No. We use them for the purpose of the hunt. One is marked as the rabbit and any who wish to trial are to hunt them down. The first to kill the rabbit wins.”
“Okay, so I am the one who killed the rabbit. How are your brothers in the trial with me when they didn’t win the hunt?” I fight the urge to grind my teeth, she is more perceptive than I gave her credit for.
“That is something you don’t need to worry about.” She opens her mouth to argue but I push on. “There are five trials in total. Kill. Take. Escape. Describe. Steal.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I debate not telling her, but if she is about to participate in these then she has a right to know about the final trial.
“The final trial is the hardest. You may think you are strong and can take on the world but believe me, this trial will break you. I don’t say this as a threat, I say it as a warning, London.” At the sound of her name she sits up straighter and stares at me intently. “That trial is not for the faint of heart. If it doesn’t break you physically, it will destroy you mentally and emotionally.”