Page 67 of Equilibrium
“Thank you.” I started walking ahead before she started talking again.
“I really wish you wouldn’t go there. That’s a hellhole.”
Oh, lady, I already crawled out of one. This one would be a walk through the park after everything that happened.
“Thank you, but I really need to talk to somebody there.” She seemed genuinely worried for me, and for some reason it brought up feelings I didn’t want to have.
My family abandoned me.
They didn’t care, and yet this stranger, she cared enough to tell me that I shouldn’t go there. If only she knew the monsters I had already met, the monsters I had lived with and the ones I had slayed.
I didn’t wait for her response, but hurried up down the street, hoping to everything there was that Storm was there.
And just like she said, at the end of a street a one-story house, much larger than any of the other ones, stood with its windows blackened and the three-headed dog painted in front. I was here. I was finally here.
Maybe this could be a new start. Maybe this would be a good thing.
That connection I felt with Storm, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The familiarity, the way his touch ignited my skin, it was the best kind of feeling. And I wanted to explore it. I wanted to see where all of this could lead.
I took a step forward when a new voice penetrated through an otherwise quiet evening. I stopped immediately as a tall man, not much older than me, stopped in front of me, the menacing glare on his face a telltale sign that this wouldn’t be as easy as I hoped it would be.
“What are you doing?” he asked, almost spitting at me.Well, kind sir, I was here for some dick and possibly trying to survive. What are you doing here?
“I’m—”
“Cat got your tongue, girly?”
Girly? Seriously?
“No, darling, cat didn’t get my tongue.”
“Then what are you doing here? Don’t you know who this house belongs to?”
No shit, Sherlock, some of us can actually read.
“Well, judging by that insignia over there,” I pointed to the three-headed Cerberus, “I’d say it belongs to Sons of Hades.”
“Well,” he stuttered, “yeah. But what are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to Storm.” As soon as I said those words, he started laughing, clutching at his stomach.
“Ay, girly, Storm won’t talk to the likes of you. He’s a busy man, and I wouldn’t want to bother him with some insignificant girl looking for him, just because he didn’t call.”
Seriously? Who the fuck was this guy?
“Look, whoever you are—”
“Sam,” he interrupted. “My name is Sam.”
“Yeah, okay, Sam.” I took a deep breath. “I really need to talk to him, and trust me, it isn’t his dick I’m after. If you could go inside and tell him Ophelia or Persephone is here, I would truly appreciate it.”
“She would truly appreciate it,” he mumbled to himself.
“Excuse me?” I was fucking tired and hungry. I had cuts and bruises where it shouldn’t be possible to have, and this fucking cretin was pissing me off.
“I mean, I will check with him, but I can’t promise you that he would want to see you.”
“Fine.”Whatever. “Can you please go now?”
