The Unholy Trinity III: The Final Battle

Chapter Twenty-four

“So, where do you think Minos is?” Fallon asked.

Despite coming on so strong with her yesterday, he hadn’t shown up at school today. As much as she loathed him, she’d been a bit disappointed he hadn’t been there for her to play with. Just because the torture was well deserved didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun with it.

“If he’s smart he’s hiding from us and praying to God,” Lucian answered.

“You don’t think he’s making good on that threat to put that picture all over the internet, do you?”

“I took that from him,” Griffin reminded her.

“I seriously doubt that was his only copy,” Fallon countered.

Lucian sat up straighter. “Fallon has a good point. Perhaps we should pay a visit to Minos and make sure he’s not up to something.”

Griffin wrinkled his nose. “You ever noticed you’re starting to talk like Dad?”

Lucian grinned at his brother. “Don’t worry, Griff. I’ll be the smart one, and--”

“I’ll be the pretty one.”

“Hate to tell you, but you’re both identical,” Fallon pointed out. “Besides, I think I should be the pretty one.”

            When the boys flashed her a set of sly smiles, she knew the argument was averted. For the most part, the competition between them stayed dormant. Once in a while, it still reared its ugly head and those were the times she feared the most. If they couldn’t make this work, it could kill them all.

“So, are we doing this Minos thing now or later?” Griffin asked.

“Might as well do it now,” Lucian said. “It’s not like we’re doing anything else.”

The three of them linked hands and morphed from their sitting room to what she presumed was Minos’ living room. In spite of the heat the three of them brought to the room, she was struck by its coldness. White carpeting and the white leather furniture reminded her of the sterility of a hospital. The monotony of the white walls was broken up by a few random paintings, but it only gave the place a feeling of desperation.

“Where do you think Minos is?” Fallon asked, and her voice echoed in the room.

The boys traded grins. “Probably in his room beating off.”

Fallon furrowed her brow. “In the middle of the afternoon?” she scoffed, and they just shrugged.

Figuring the bedrooms were on the second floor, they climbed the stairs. Along the way, Fallon took notice of the house. Though impressive in its own right, it paled in comparison to Locke Manor. Maybe her mom was right. Maybe she’d grown so accustomed to endless wealth that she forgot what normal was like. If she’d seen this place a few years ago, she would’ve had to pick her jaw up off the ground. Now it seemed as ordinary as the apartment she once lived in.

Upstairs, they opened two doors before finding Minos behind the third one. Fallon sucked in her breath to see him sprawled across the bed. His open eyes were rolled back in his head, and he lay in a pile of his own filth, the stench of which permeated the room.

“Damn, looks like we’re too late,” Griffin said.

“Do you think he killed himself, or did someone else beat us to it?” Fallon asked.

Lucian walked to the side of the bed and leaned over the night stand. “It was him, at least that’s what this note says.”

“Why would he kill himself?”