Blood Of Gods:
Sacred Seven, Book 2
By- Lola StvIl
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE: THE GATE RYE SPEAKS
CHAPTER TWO: SHE HAD TO
CHAPTER THREE: TELLTALE DREAM
CHAPTER FOUR: ABOUT TIME
CHAPTER FIVE: WHAT DREAMS MAY TELL
CHAPTER SIX: FAMILY SECRETS
CHAPTER SEVEN: TWIST OF FATE
CHAPTER EIGHT: BORN FOR THIS
CHAPTER NINE: THE BALLOWS
CHAPTER TEN: INVISIBLE SURPRISE
CHAPTER ELEVEN: BELLS & WHISTLES
CHAPTER TWELVE: WHO IS SHE?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: GIRLS’ DAY OUT SAILOR SPEAKS
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE WEAPON
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: VEN DEMONS
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: CAVERN OF SAND
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: A VISION OF TIME
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: NO SECOND CHANCES
CHAPTER NINETEEN: YOU’RE ACTING WEIRD
CHAPTER TWENTY: ANOTHER SOUL GEM
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: INFLUENCE OF WAR
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: MISTAKEN IDENTITY
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: FAMILY TIES
EPILOGUE RYE SPEAKS
CHAPTER ONE: THE GATE RYE SPEAKS
I have never met anyone, demon, god, or human, with as much power to get on my nerves the way this girl does.
It’s like she does it on purpose just to get a rise out of me. And it works every damn time. If I say go left, Sailor insists we go right. If I say go up, she wants to go down. If I say go high, guess what she does. Yup. She goes low. Every. Damn. Time. I swear if I said the grass is green she would try to convince me I’m wrong and it’s actually red.
She tests my patience in every way. And while I would never admit it to her, I kind of like that she tests me. I like that she isn’t some mindless drone who follows orders without using her own instinct to question them. Except when it comes to her safety. It seems the more dangerous something is, the more likely she is to ignore reason and charge right at it.
So why did I expect this time to be any different? I should have known when Sailor nodded her head that she was just humoring me. It’s not her style to accept anything without an argument and then a million and one questions. I guess I wanted to believe she was learning to trust my judgement, but that turned out to be a joke.
She told us last night that she kept feeling this pull… something that wanted her to go to Starbucks. Jinx laughed and told her that her caffeine addiction is getting out of hand, but she shook her head and looked at him stone faced and more serious than any of us have ever seen her.
“I can feel the power.” Her expression was far away, and it almost sounded like the words weren’t even coming from her.
I told her we’d check it out and made her promise to stay away from there. She smiled and said she would, and like an idiot, I believed her. I let myself believe her because I wanted to believe that she trusted me enough to follow my orders. I still believed she would listen to reason until about thirty seconds ago when she texted me to tell me she was at Starbucks. She said the power surge was not from the café at all, but the alley behind it. I tried to call her and tell her to wait but her phone went straight to voicemail. I texted her back and told her to wait there, but got nothing back.
At this moment, I don’t know if I’m more angry that she chose to ignore my instructions, that she clearly lied to me when she said she’d stay clear of the area, or if it’s because even now, she’s only bothering to tell me she’s running off into danger because she knew she was for her training session at the cabin.
I can’t wait for the team. I need to go now. I make a portal and step through it, coming out in the alley behind Starbucks. It’s a risk coming straight into town—we can’t risk giving ourselves away to mortals, but it had to be done. I don’t have time to portal to the edge of town and walk in. Sailor made damn sure of that. It was a calculated risk though.
I step out into the alley and close the portal quickly, looking around to check I haven’t been spotted. No one is in sight. Not even Sailor, and I feel a pang of worry. Where the hell is she? It’s like the more she learns about demons, the Boundless, and everything else that goes with being the Paradox, the less she takes in. She doesn’t seem to appreciate that this is not a game. She can’t seem to grasp how fucking dangerous it is. I think all those books she reads, the ones where the heroine gets in a few scrapes along the way but always comes out on top at the end, have affected her brain and made her think real life works that way.
She should have paid more attention to Divergent. Yes, I’ve started to read a few of these books she loves on the sly to see what her fascination with them is. To be honest, I don’t see what all of the fuss is about. Vampires that sparkle? Kids slaughtering each other for entertainment? Just why? I have to admit I kind of liked the Toren series she bangs on about all the time. I would never actually tell her that though. She could’ve taken note from the humans in those books. Although the girl in the first book is just as reckless and I get the frustration her boyfriend feels when she doesn’t listen.
I look around again, frantically searching for any sign that Sailor has been here. That’s when I spot it. I blink and look again, not knowing quite how I missed it the first time. Between the back of Starbucks and the bookstore next to it is a large wrought iron gate. It looks like something out of the sixteenth century, and that alone makes it out of place, but what really convinces me it’s out of place is the fact it wasn’t there before today.
I can’t say I’ve spent a lot of
