I didn't mean to kill him. I don't think I did. Maybe I did. It didn't help that I didn't see the repercussions his death would have. I'm not one for foresight.
It had been three days since Samuel Quentin had been executed. It should've been me up on the chopping block three days ago. But I made the excuse that I had to finish up some business around town, and I was given a deal.
"If you want to leave," the judge had grunted, "then find someone to stand in for you. Someone's being punished for your crimes. Whether it's you or not, I don't care. The people want blood, and they'll have it."
I agreed immediately, but I had to find someone who would agree. Hecate wouldn't. She hadn't spoken to me since the incident. No visit, no letter, nothing. It was obvious she wouldn't trust me enough to take my place. I thought about Felix, but the last time I saw him, he was glaring at me while I was being taken away in chains. I probably deserved it, but the sins wouldn't let me believe that.
"It's his fault. He's just jealous you're getting national attention and he's not." Envy sighed dramatically.
Lust agreed. "Forget him. He won't help you. You're too good for him anyway."
I thought about Cassius, but the thought went as soon as it came. He hated me now. I was the reason his lab was blown up, after all.
I sat in my cold, desolate cell for another hour, thinking. Thinking about that night that everything went wrong. Everything that could've been fixed if I had just fucking listened instead of listening to those so called gods in my mind.
I thought about that night for a while. When the bombs went off, someone else was standing in the room. A fourth person. Someone new. I couldn't remember who they were, but I could remember that Hecate had brought them to the den. Maybe they would understand where I was coming from. If I could get a hold of them. Maybe Hecate would tell me. Probably not.
